While I no longer fear the winter forest,

I'll grow to miss the thought of you.

As time that has passed my feelings have

been meticulously masked, the thought of you

will remain. The stars in the twilight of

tonight have never lost its lust when

feelings have been constrained. The skies

you have which I lack, I would give all my

tomorrows just to have one yesterday back.

This feeling of skeptical bliss fills into

my pores and excretes thrugh my cold breath.