Snow.

Cold.

Two Coats.

A Ciggarette.

All by Myself.

Gone in the Morning.

So fresh the sunrise.

I heard your angry scream.

Running towards my snowy footsteps.

Out of breath, scared to know why.

The holes in the wall.

Pushing away.

Tears.

Drifting to dreams.

And on we go.

Restart,

It never happened.