The epilogue

 

The cold breeze whispered at my door

The happiest season is coming for us;

To my darkest days.

My last plea… Hold hands and frolic.

Alone in the dark

For nobody see us…

You stand by my side through thick and thin

We dance till the snow covers us.

In the snow, we embrace.

I will be you

You be me

And become one.

Merged.

A Surrealistic epilogue.