i met you in december ,
winter under the lights.
running through a daydream,
new chapter in the same story.
the snow fell quickly,
quiet like the thoughts.
there you were,
drawing constellations,
with your fingers,
on the hotel rooftop.
a lonely stranger in a strange,
new city with another
broken heart.
and that night,
it was like your salted steps,
we’re drown to my very
frozen heart,
melting away the moment.
time stolen and memories
haunting,
everything had gone
just like that.
years had gone by,
in the same strange city,
that still seems new.
walking and walking,
and walking with your
same salted steps.
