Winter has begun to smell like you

the wind blows cold, sending your scent to me

the days are getting shorter, the air is getting crisper... memories flood into my head like an open wound... i can sense your voice, but i hear nothing... all i pick up is the scent of you... something so familar, i've forgotten it... locked it away deep inside the recesses of my heart... pain, anger, love, trust... you showed me all these emotions, and then ground my heart to dust.... i dont want to trust you again, i dont want to love you again... and yet, on these winter eves, i cannot help myself...

I'm coming home