poem that doesn't make sense because it's 2 am and i hate holistics.

the two o clock hour is threatening me
i chose to wait, again.
i'm too tired to think of anything with substance.
but i can't sleep. so i sit awake, and think of faded memories
"do you remember?" is the phrase in my head on repeat
like an overplayed song on the radio.



sweet perfume dances through the air, reminding me of summertime
the sunny days, the careless nights
less work, easier times.
so much has changed through these past few months.
the summer fades like photographs, bleached out by it's own blinding light.
it will come again, i promise
but the discomfort of winter still prevails, it never seems to weaken
the flakes that once danced gracefully have turned violent
the cool breeze is now piercing
the clouds of breath have become a fog.
this blizzard keeps blinding me
when the sun shines through, i run, only to find another avalanche.
it's too cold to care, too numb

but summer will come, it will be warm again.
the light will break though
the branches will blossom, the flowers will bloom
we will dance again, and the sky will be bright again
there will be light in our eyes again
the nights will be full of stars, not snow
our days filled with love, not lonliness.
the dawn will break.
but it will just take a little bit longer
for this numb to fade
for this ice to thaw
for the snow to melt
and to be free.