Memories

In the coldest of winters,
In the middle of the night
The darkness all around
no hint of moonlight...
I stand at my window,
Staring ahead, staring at nothing.
Trying to erase memories from my head.
Memories of passion, memories of love,
Memories that will soon be no more.
In the coldest of winters,
In the middle of the night,
darkness all around
no hint of moonlight.
I stand at my window.
No longer staring,
closing my eyes.
no longer caring....