(On Zion.T's music video Snow.)
He roamed, a free life was calm. His suitcase had seen better weather, and better times. As he sat on his companion, with its uses he ate a snack from the local store. It was finally time.
He gathered his things and went into the fancy hotel he'd saved so much money for. Of course, when he went inside there was a crowd. Not much of something that gained his attention, so he watched the events pass idly.
He paid. He went to his room.
It seemed lonely, and grand inside the beautiful grand room, and he took everything in. The windows, the curtains, and the bed. It was comfy. Finally, he undid his suitcase and pulled out a box.
Brightly decorated, like the sticker on the suitcase. The clothes of someone important were inside. So many memories.
He placed them with care on the coat rack in the room, and with a gentle brush to the cloth, left the room to explore.
As he sat by the window, he remembered the drink that they shared taking it out, he quietly placed it in the tea cup provided. Later, they'd drink it later.
Soon enough, the time was drawing closer to night, and so, he put on the suit. Never really one to own it, he simply put it on.
The sky darkened, the lights glowed. He was here, and so were the memories.
He placed a hand on the clothes of his love, and took its sleeve into his hand. Then, he danced.
Gracefully, swaying to music that wasn't there until there she was. Her content smile in front of his face, her in all entirety with him. It was bliss.
Memories lived, and so, he danced. He brought her to the dream of this life. Living grandly and happily.
That night he was happy. They spoke of all things, drank, and finally, rested.
Will it snow as we sleep?
If it snows in the morning I promise to make you some tea to drink.
That morning, all he woke up to was, snow.
The window view was beautiful, but all it was, was dull now.
He'd done it.
Taking the photo from before she left, he wrote the year of the photo, and the simple words that somewhat translate to,
2001 our promise, it snowed.
Keep the memory and promise alive and kept, he slid the photo into a book, and placed it into the shelf filled with books too old to understand.
Will it snow?
Then, I'll make you a warm cup of tea.
