Winter
Winter's Echo: Nostalgia, Heartbreak, and Unspoken Yearning
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I hope you’re happy
I wish you are content or satisfied.
Like the way you used to be
Similar to how you used to feel in the past.
When we would talk about the future, smell the summer in the trees
Recalling times when we discussed the future and enjoyed the scent of summer in the air.
But now it’s winter
Currently, it's a metaphorical winter, possibly representing a difficult or cold phase.
And a lot of time has past
A considerable amount of time has gone by.
It’s been a year and a half, I hope you haven’t moved past this
It has been a year and a half, hoping you haven't moved on from our past.
You're kinda hard to contact
You are challenging to reach or communicate with.
At least that’s what your friends say
According to your friends, it's difficult to get in touch with you.
But it’s been a while since we have talked
It's been a while since we last spoke.
I’m wondering if you’d rather not
Wondering if you prefer not to communicate.
And I’ve noticed
Observing that you struggle to acknowledge something.
That you've been struggling to admit
You find it challenging to admit or accept.
That I don’t know the half of it
I am not fully aware of your struggles or problems.
And things have changed a lot since we met
Significant changes have occurred since we first met.
I hate these worthless conversations rationalized indecision
Expressing frustration with meaningless conversations and rationalized indecision.
And the awful thoughts I had when you were “having too much fun”
Recalling negative thoughts when you were enjoying yourself.
I’m a liar and a cheat and I’ll be here all fucking week
Admitting to being a liar and a cheat, enduring internal struggles.
I’ll just be tryna slow my heart rate down enough so I can finally fall asleep
Struggling to calm down and sleep, dealing with emotional turmoil.
When we drove out to the hills where you can see across the city
Reflecting on a past experience of driving to the hills with a scenic view of the city.
While the trees blocked half the view the centre console stabbed our backs
The positive memory tainted by discomfort in the car's center console.
I thought "fuck me this is nice"
An initial positive thought turns negative with physical discomfort.
And then you did and then it was
Intimacy followed, changing the perception of the experience.
And then we laid out on the pavement till the cold crept through our bones
Lying on the pavement, feeling the cold, possibly metaphorical for a challenging moment.
When we drove out to the hills where you can see across the city
Repetition of the earlier scene with the hills and city view.
While the trees blocked half the view the centre console stabbed our backs
Similar discomfort in the car, repeating the negative experience.
I thought "fuck me this is nice"
Reiteration of the initial positive thought.
And then you did and then it was
Repeat of intimacy, changing the perception of the experience.
And then we tried to forget this would be the last time this would happen before you left
Attempting to forget that this is the last time before parting ways.
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