Little Tragedy

The snow just keeps falling,
And so do I.
Still can't get over this,
No matter how I try.

Despite all my reason and rationality,
I fall for a little tragedy,
Plagued by nightmares and anxiety,
Tired blue eyes, full of melancholy.

Many surprises in the situation.
The interest and infatuation,
The sudden openness and passion,
The tacitness and expulsion.

I kept wishing for things to turn around.
The brain knows while the heart believes.
But autumn pressed on,
And my hopes died with the leaves.

Now, the intense heat of her bedroom kiss,
Is contrasted starkly,
By the snow all around me.
Still, her shoulder was immensely colder.

The byproduct of so much irresponsibility,
Making me feel as though I'd lost everything.
In the end,
It was just a little tragedy.