Cold outside but the memories are fading,
Frost on the ground whilst my thoughts are cascading.
Falling through the cold mist of the night,
Landing on the ground after a hard fight.

A fight with nostalgia and love and grief,
A fight with my thoughts to turn over a new leaf

Leaving the technicolor films lying on the floor,
The time has come to make some more.
Picking up a few of the Polaroids to put on the wall,
But understanding this is the end of the fall.

Springtime is approaching faster than I can see,
And I watch it come,
Wary of what it may be,
Hoping for a world as colourful as it was,
With new friendships, memories and maybe a new love.

So I grip the Polaroids,
approach the mist,
Look up to the sky,
And make a wish.