Always when the winter comes,

  In certain shades of snow;

A thought (perhaps a feeling),

  Of someone I used to know

In between the snowflakes

  And inside the ice of blue,

It's always when the frost begins --

  I always think of you

When all the world begins to freeze

  And warmth becomes quite rare,

I'd swear that I could smell it still --

  Your perfume in the air

The metaphors aren't needed

  In a world of truth's abyss,

But like the pain, they linger,

  Always present, though remiss

I stumbled through your coldness,

  Through indifference and deceit,

And in the end, I melted

  In a world of frozen heat

So always in the wintertime,

  As chill imbeds the breeze,

These memories of you and I

  Provide the deepest freeze

Amidst the glow of holidays,

  Enmeshed in yuletide joy,

Still beating faintly is my heart --

  Your broken Christmas toy

Ring the bells and hang the wreath,

  Sing carols to the young;

For they alone are innocent,

  Deserving of what's sung...