Winters

Winters are here,

You aren't here.

The thing is so mere,

But don't dare—

Just take care.

Look here, let me see

The place you hide—

The memories and me.

It is as deep as the sea.

As I see, it's dark,

Filled with gradients of blue.

As I go deep,

I find the memories you keep,

Far from the reach of me and you.

The memories were deep as the sea,

With dark gradients of red and me.