Sianara

The crunching snow reminds me I'm hopelessly walking away from my past.
The whistling wind ringing in my ears carries whispers of the words he told me last.
Violent winter cold tenses my body like the first time we touched.
My brain pounds and aches from screams in my head, it's too fucking much.
I turn my glance from the empty road to the windows of houses paint with a happy scene.
The only thing that makes me happy now is an ounce of green.
The sun goes down, it's getting colder, and my body quivers.
Thoughts of you are like an annoying splinter that won't get out of my finger.
I really suck at poetry, which just makes me even angrier.
I can picture you laughing at me, another thought that lingers.
As my walk ends, I feel pathetic for thinking of you, letting you control my life.
So I turn around and take one last look.
This is it.
I'm done.
Goodbye.