Letting Go This Winter

Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ah. Ooh,

ah. Snowflakes drifting down, painting silver on the town. I wander streets

we used to know beneath the winter glow. Your laughter

used to follow me like bells on distant winds, but seasons change

and now I stand where our December ends. This winter

I'm letting go of the shadows left behind. I'm learning how to warm my

hands without your fingers intertwined. In the quiet of the snowfall,

I can finally start to see not every frozen memory needs to stay