When a winter comes so cold it once felt endless
I still wander within the season like someone who has lost their place

What remains whether it was you, or the trace of you I cannot tell

Within that cruel season where the word “pain” was not enough
you were the only thing that held warmth, and leaning on that warmth I learned how not to fall apart
How the warmth of a single person can hold onto a season for so long
I go on living holding things that do not melt

So
I roll your name inside my mouth again and again
the words I could never bring myself to swallow
“thank you” to you of those days

someday, I hope it reaches you