searching for you, I walked these empty moonlit winter streets as snow enveloped me in silent sheets masking the scent of waking dreams that chased the weakness in my heart. if you could feel my love, would you answer me? “we will meet again,” you said… if I could hold you one more time, would I live again? reaching for you, I walked past the edge of this eternal night blinded by the shining white protesting this internal fight that I could give no reason for. if I knew I was destined to lose, would I still keep running? “we are going to make it,” you said… if you really believed that, would you have let me go? yearning for you, I walked the traces of our broken past supported by a glowing cast the memories of those who last still alive within my winter dreams.