A cold willow leaf,
Sticky blood in ice crystals -
Reminiscent of that bygone battle.
Silent eyes meet, without hesitation greet.
Where were they yesterday's day?
Droplets of the same cloud.
A moth between them,
Dust of sleep.
Mirrorscreen: Blood stains recreate.
The killer moth, kills with quaint silence.
The war's just a scar,
A paint on body's wall.
But the smile of the unmet acquaintance,
Is hard to beat.
Of the days bygone...
Just the sigh remains.