I. She called herself Winter, but her eyes spoke of fair sunshine, summer air, and exuberant laughter.
II. I had longed to capture her words in the instant they spilled from her mouth. But I’ll never get that chance. The clouds are lucky for they have the opportunity I didn’t get to grasp in my hands. For now, I can only hope that when the sky cries during cold nights, droplets of her words will spill for me to embrace.
III. She was the unexpected flower that graced my doorstep during one bitter night. She was a source of beauty and happiness when I didn’t even know I was looking for one. But while her stem has wilted already and is now buried in the earth, her rosy petals will forever be alive in my heart for they remind me of stolen laughter and hushed wishes.
IV. I’m not bitter. I’m not angry that you will only be a lingering presence in the wind now - that heaven fell in love with you and wanted you to be his angel. This tremor in me is an overwhelming melange of sadness and nostalgia. But I know that someday, we’ll be side by side once again and this time, I’ll seize your words with gentleness for there’s no rush in our everlasting friendship in heaven.