Letters to oneself

 Dear Tracey, 

Today I left you a message,

What time was it when we met? 

You used to make me laugh and giggle 

Like a high school girl 

We sat and talked all night 

I spoke to you as I sat in your car 

I told you today is the day I left you 

Winter Sonata 

Everyday for what it’s worth you did it 

You beared the winter in your heart 

Whether its out of love or hate 

You beared the harshest winters in your heart 

You laughed, loved, hated and smiled in the winter night 

You looked out your window and saw the pure white  

The pure white snow that touched the ground 

The white that coerced your human nature 

As you look out the window you see the snow 

You look out to see winters in high mountains 

The high white mountains call you  

They say,” We are here for you, come to the mountains to see us” 

As you open your window a voice call to you again 

“Winter is here. The White Mountain is calling you.”