if winter could speak

when I was a kid

winters used to be awfully cold

but we cherished it, and sipped

piping-hot tea with ginger and honey.

people used to celebrate

christmas with a home-made cake

and for a few days, the world seemed

to be in quiet contemplation as the year

came to an end.

we didn't have room heaters and liked

to stay on the roof and bathe in the sun's

nourishment, reading some story book

and rubbing our hands and feet for warmth.

life was simpler back then

doesn't mean poverty, unemployment,

disease, hunger, and war didn't plague

this world, yet times were a bit simpler.

as roland deschain would've said,

"the world has moved on since then."

the years drifted by, and slowly linear

algebra, trigonometry, complex numbers,

calculus and probability became a hurdle

to be crossed at any cost whatsoever.

day-long classes on the periodic table,

reaction mechanisms,electromagnetism

and radioactivity replaced sherlock holmes.

being able to spend time with your family

soon ended up as a moment to not look

forward to - unwelcome conversations

and discomforting stressful dinners.

but even in such a bleak and dreary winter

the only thought which pulled me out of bed

was getting up every morning and talking with

you on HangOuts.

if this season could speak, it would tell

you - that I haven't loved anyone since then

and probably never will.