Regrets

Even when spring comes and flowers bloom,
And summer comes, making memories melt down

It’s cold here. Even though I hide my hands in my pockets
It’s too cold. Even though I put my hands together and blow on them
Because my heart is frozen solid, my lips keep becoming chapped.

I’m the only one who’s cold. Even when I wrap my body with blankets
It’s too cold. Even when I throw myself into someone else’s arms
Because my heart has a hole, even though I try to cover it,
the wind keeps escaping.

Though spring visits flatteringly,
I stand on the edge of fall.
My memories have stopped at winter.