He thought he was okay.
He thought he had let go.
But now as the snow falls on his cold pink nose, he feels the bitter pain like an icicle to the heart. After months and months of telling himself to let go;
he realizes some part of his heart didn't let go.
Every memory plays out in front of him in the snow.
He can't help the aches from the cold.
He wraps his scarf tighter around his neck like he could strangle the memories, and let them go.
These demons just don't let go.
He steps forward as the snow hugs his boots, and the cold wraps around his heart like a coiled snake.
He thought he had let it go;
he thought he had watched it fall down with the snow, but like the snow it can still be seen clinging to the Earth.
He just can't help the aches from the cold.
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
