As the Cold Wind Blows, I Remember You

As the cold wind blows, I remember you,

Each and everything that we used to do;

Though some has been forgotten – far long gone,

Along with the words that was said and done.

The initial reaction is laughter,

Followed by a free, then controlled smile.

A thought – what if I gave in and falter,

Could we save what we have in that short while?

Will there be any significant change,

Or will everything just be all for naught?

Is it or is it not by chance derange,

To even stop and think such silly thought?

Then –

Well the cold winds blew, I remembered you;

And that time when I don’t have any clue.

When your gestures, your actions were construe,

And I’m confident not to end up blue.

I remembered all those nonstop flutters,

The sweetness, surreality of it all.

Yet now, believe I can’t help but shudder,

Was it me who did that, did I bawl?

Yes, those were the good near forgotten days,

That comes to memory with the cold wind,

The memories, not the feelings that stays,

Not felt by the heart, merely kept in mind.

Still –

As the cold wind blows, I remember you,

Each and everything that we used to do;

Though some has been forgotten – far long gone,

Along with the words that was said and done.

[That Tune on a Monday] Mad

I was going through the ringtones that I’ve collected over time the other day, thinking of deleting some in my attempt to free spaces in my iPhone (I’ve already removed most of the games and some of the songs but I’m still not contented) and I came across this song and had to pause. Ah of course, that song by Ne-Yo, if feels so long time ago and it is but the charm is still there.

It’s funny how some songs can make you smile and sad at the same time, what do they call that again, bittersweet; ah yes, bittersweet, a strange combination of the bitter and the sweet. And now I’m reminiscing what I’ve kept behind me all this time.

True, we buried the hatchet and decided to go on our separate ways although sometimes the messages are still there, it’s not like I’d jump on that same ship again. I had enough. Although I’ll remember you everytime I hear this song, I’ll dwell on the sweet not the bitter after all that was one of the good times of my life, and we did comply with the lyrics of this song. I don’t think I can remember a time that I went to bed mad at you, Y; well not until that day you walked out that door that is.