Wintry haze over lonely streets,
almost a mist doesn't erase it all,
reeling in its grey embrace,
it confuses the outlines and burdens
cold and still, as if it was never to leave.
And for the first time I feel you far, away
and the cold of the mist is the cold between us
Your memory isn't enough to warm my soul anymore
and in this foggy wintry night I am cycling, alone.
Nights I could hear
the sea whispering your name
and nighty breeze smoothly caressing me,
like you would, like you did.
And once more I realize
how much I love you.
written in two very different moments I guess you can see it