Winter came again this year
It’s cold out but your hand keeps mine warm
The grey scarf you’re wearing
Was the one I gave you last year
We watched the white scenery before us
Snow covered the ground
Leaving only our footprints seen
The falling snowflakes on our hats
Our cheeks and nose flushed red
The cold breath we let out in the air
I turned to you and smiled softly
You asked me; if there ever comes a day
When we had to decide to stay or leave
And if I wanted to stay, how long would it be
I replied to you by kissing your forehead
Holding you tightly as I whispered;
“Forever. I’ll stay forever.”
And you knew it was true.
Because I’m still here.
And I always will be.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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