I could drag love stories
from my heart,
remember someone I used to know
from the strands of memory
and the blur of my dreams
sew a love story
and gift you this Christmas

but I won’t ,
I don’t want to.

Maybe I am too weak
to go all through this
again
or too strong
to poison myself with such emotions.
in a failed attempt
for love doesn’t fascinate me now

but days are left still
so you all can wait
for a change of heart

while I just wait sitting
for the snow.