Snow, Green, Shades

Near to a year has gone and come since the snowfall fluttered silent in the pale light of the street lamps, into a layer of sediment upon my heart that no number of steps could tread interruption to, that no new green shoot or leaf of gold could find its way through. The constant shade since that waking night has kept it well, this powdery silence, this pure blanket of white nothing enveloping my heart, suppressing the sound, the words I had for you, that I swear I had for you—they fester like stale smoke in my chimney throat—I swear I had more for you, I swear I had more...it's here somewhere in this snow...