To forget.

The snow kept blooming

against the tram window,

the sun feigning warmth

just long enough for me to believe it.

Someone laughed and said

we’d remember this forever

And left.

And I think we will.

The air had that sound

Like a carnival, like a heartbeat

The frost kissing my nose

The lights kissing the air.

There’s something about the city,

That still makes me flinch

When soft light hits,

When I smell pine

When I wait for a train

That will never come.

and sometimes, when the evening folds in,

i still see it

the marshmallows floating in the cup

the blur of gold against the fur.

What colour do you bleed

When you realise it’s gone?

When the ghosts you hold on to

Say goodbye

But you don't say it back.

Don’t think I have forgotten

About you.