softer now.

the north wind is blowing
softer now,
you tell me,
a smile on your lips.

it is a sign of the times,
that it is wearing through,
pulling you down,
pleading with you to stay behind.

but staying alone
is something
you have always told me
you would never do.
i used to believe you,
when i was 4, 5, 6.

(12 even)
not anymore.

i suppose it's just a testament
to your beliefs,
but you told me
you don't believe in anything.

this is your secret i want the world to hear.