I
Winter feels like home,
the biting cold,
the snow pelting my face,
the early nights and late
mornings,
the quiet of the cold,
the isolation of the wind.
II
Maybe winter feels like
home
because I'm at home in
heartbreak,
in those cold blistering
nights alone
spent wandering the city,
revisiting the places we
had been,
finding solace in the
empty streets
because the one person I
want to see
won't even look at me,
so I'd rather just be
invisible.
-Zero
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