...

It is winter all over again...
I am cold and blue.
The snow is no longer white
Harsh it is, muddied and brown.
A piece of that unholy mirror
Has pierced my heart...
I was mistaken.
It was not spring
It never was...
A twinkle blinds my eye again...
Tricking me once more.
I am back outside...
In the winter
In the cold
All alone...