I walk down the street, slowly

freezing as I try to clear my mind.

The snow falls and I wonder

if time will keep passing by.

There has been no change;

I still feel the same way.

When I close my eyes,

I still see your face.

The cold air freezes the

tears rolling down my cheeks,

Something that happens every week.

Why does it hurt so bad?

It makes me want to go mad

I watch the snow fall as I walk down street,

Wondering when I will finally be free.