Letting Go This Winter

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 a part of me. Candles in the