Does sound travel faster in the cold?
Because I thought I heard your voice
calling my name from behind the snow.
Everything was white, but I imagined all our memories
bleeding through the ground and tearing me apart.
And every falling flake was somehow a promise
that you were up there somewhere,
thinking of me.
I miss the thought of your hand in mine,
and I miss your laugh,
the one I always seemed to hear from far away.
I hope you know that we could've been something,
could've taken it a step farther than we did.
Another footprint in the snow,
another memory that would fade away
with warmer days,
that I would never actually know.
Do you really think about me,
up there where the sun always shines bright?
Do you think of all the ways you could've said
I love you?
Because it always seemed like the words
dried up and died
before they passed your lips,
just like you slipped from my grasp before I could
even hold your hand.
But my words won't remain unsung.
They echo loud and clear between the tombstones
that you lie among.
I hope they make you smile in your sleep,
and break the monotony of the days you spend beneath the earth.
I would lie beside you if I could.
'til death do us part' I would whisper,
and with a smile on my lips I would sink
into your cold arms,
and enter a dream from which I could never wake.
But the coffin is frozen shut,
my chance to be with you is iced over and buried
beneath bitter regrets.
The snow has stopped and I can no longer
hear your voice whispering my name.
I left an angel on your grave,
a pretty
perfect
white
angel,
made by my splayed limbs.
It's wings whisper I love you,
and the words remain suspended in the air
until I come again.
I don't want you to forget my silent promises or me.
Your pretty girl.
Your almost girl.
Your almost lover.
