I Wear The Black Hat

I was your winter.

Filled with snow and ice, filled with dark gray skies. Sometimes regret, sometimes not. I was your silence, your unploughed streets, and sometimes I was even your magic.

When you say my name now, you can’t stop your jaw from cracking.

You could never imagine me as anything but beautiful. I tried to warn you. My bones are bent nostalgia. I tried to tell you. One day you would end up missing me.

The months last too long in winter.

The nights just drag on.

I just drag on in your mind, as if your affection was an ankle turned blue on that old black ice.


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