I lost too much that winter...
a few strands of hair
a dictionary
a pair of mismatched socks
and
................. some precious grains of love
When summers came
and the covers went off the dusty couches
in unused rooms,
I found here and there
traces of a winter sun,
little pieces of love,
discarded peanut shells
and a few moth balls....
Each discovery
was a journey back
through the cobwebs of memories
and my blurred vision
suddenly
would get a clear view
My hibernating soul
refuses to leave
the warmth of that winter
A winter of broken pencils,
torn pages
and fingers stained with regrets...
A winter where
I lost it all...
