First Snow - Good Game

Catching crystals in the parking lot

A colder shoulder shrugs off the daydream

«Don't go, darling ghost»

White flag flown half mast, celebrating your

First snow all alone

Empty houses, a ghost town of false homes

Their haunting echoes, a comfort all our own

But just as the light we found grows dimmer

As our symmetries dissolve

A fray in the fabric softly unravels the pattern

As a shaking timbre sings to soliloquy

An apology bereft

Of a closure once held so dearly

Swan song sung too early

Frozen over, winter’s sympathy

Has grown up on goodbyes so half-hearted

«Don't go, darling ghost»

Your first snow, all alone