frosty december night

I am alone in our room,
Which is full of
Your memories.
The crumbled bed.
The unpolished shoe.
Even the half wrapped gift,
You bought for me.
Nobody to wrap it again for me
As you are gone.

It was the frosty December night,
That I lost you.
It was the night that I hate the most.
Why did you have to pick me up?
It was the frosty December night,
That I lost you.

You are still near to me
Yet so far.
I can still smell your existence
But can’t feel your glance.
Three winters back
When I met you.
Three moon back,
When you were gone.

My life has no meaning without you.
My eyes won’t see another face.
No one will ever come again
So near to me.
It was always just you.
It will always be…
Just you.

I look at the dried roses,
Which filled up the room.
And I walk to open the present you,
bought.
It was a stone.
A sparkly one.
You were going to propose.
(I shake.
The tears jerk away after three days.)

It was the frosty December night,
That I lost you.
It was the night that I hate the most.
Why did you have to pick me up?
It was the frosty December night,
That I lost you.
I love you…