Under the frozen gazebo {SAD}
Your favourite holiday was always Christmas Eve.
Never Christmas. Always Christmas Eve.
I remember how you always kicked the snow in the air.
Letting it slowly fall down the air, like snowflakes.
We would fall into the snow and make snow angels.
You were beautiful, like an angel. Maybe, even better.
I remember under the frozen gazebo, we held hands.
To keep the shivering cold away from our bodies, we
hugged.
The memory was so vivid, like something was real.
We were smiling so hard, that our cheek bones were frozen.
Under the frozen gazebo, we closed in the space.
We didn't mind that kissing took the breath out of our
lungs.
It's so cold now, I stood under the frozen gazeboo.
I put my hands together, trying to remember to feel again.
The feeling in our hugs and our hands touching.
I could feel the cold in my cheeks, freezing in the sad
smile.
Under the same frozen gazebo, I was all alone.
I could feel myself, losing the breath out of my lungs, not from
kissing.
Just from choking back the tears.
The tears feel like they already are freezing in my
tearducts.
We were so young back then, 18 and still free.
But now you are long gone.
Your favourite holiday was always Christmas Eve.
I never understood why.
I wish I knew why, but I loved Christmas Eve.
Cause that's when we had our first kiss.
Under the Frozen Gazebo
