continuously and constantly you hit
on my face and expect me to hold tight
on to your pet’s leash and your doll
but i have to let them go despite your growl
without you your pet and doll are mere memories
that fade as other pets and other dolls roll
into my brain as newer snow keep falling
on my sun-deck, older to leave, fast melting
neither you nor me are to here stay stagnant
at present, but like yesterday evaporate, forgotten
forever, and
we are none but that snowman
of the Halloween not there to see the spring
