It was snowing on November 14
The sorrowful day when he first told you he loved you
The marker of months of "delight".
Every day the scars would grow more and more
It was completely unstoppable
The snow returns in January, but it was snowing on November 14.
Now he's gone, but the snow still reminds you of him
His voice is in the wind, as his presence is in the snow itself.
His voice speaks to you through the wind
The tears continue to grow day by day as nothing is stopped
The truth eventually comes out, he calls you evil
But it was still snowing.
