My Two Favourite Days

My two favourite days,

Where nothing but what was happening seemed to matter
And I could step outside to feel how I am inside of me.

Where the snow kept falling, and the ice kept chilling,
And the simplicity of snow fights filled the deepest hearts.

But now my dreams and happiness begin to shatter,
And in my life there is now one, where there were three.

Things will build up and get fuller, God willing,
And the truth will become clear, when written in the arts.

With the snow melting, the world picks back up,
And goes about wrecking some lives and fulfilling others.

With the shattered ice in my hands, I remember.
I once had a heart, which now looks like this.

Nature seemed to have stopped, unless seen close-up,
But many seemed to take a far glance when given their druthers.

It felt, these past few days, like an icy morning of December,
Where the snow is falling, and everywhere you look is bliss.

My two favourite days, will soon turn to haze,
And fade away once and for all,

Leaving another place inside of me, cold and unheard of,
And forgotten forever more.