When Winter Comes, I Shall Think of You.

Song: Billie Holiday - Solitude

It's December and you remember me.

You take a peak, you lift my soul.

If I were inebriated if I were cold,

It did not matter

Regardless, you loved me so.

Just as the snow came

And showered our roofs white,

So rosy did your cheeks become,

And amid all the meadows dying

A bud burst through and bloomed.

If not for me then, indeed,

It must have been for you.

My meadows are dull, 

And in winters, they are cruel.

But my meadows found the sun;

Lovely, they must have found you. 

You awakened something in me
and I met her 2 nights ago.

I thought she might have died;

Her exit so sudden, so soon,

And spring has almost arrived.

It was brief but very real

And I wanted to bottle it up and keep it safe.

But Spring came and April,

April took everything away.

I found myself yearning again;
That dull ache that sits in the pit of the heart. 

She doesn't stay long and I ache and ache.

If I ever think about her,

I fear we might meet again.

For meeting means leaving

And the leaving is really, too difficult to bear.

I'm left to imagine

And I shall dream every now and then.

Perhaps I had been a fool

And it doesn't surprise me that it might have scared you.

To love and to wonder,

What foolish things consume my youth!

And yet I shall do it again and again,

That winter song playing in my head.

Well, perhaps I really do love you

If the cold bites, well then, let it bite,

If it must be, then let the weather be cruel,

And when winter comes, I won't cry

Because I know I can think of you.

~ ៷