True Tears (Part 6) Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Did I dislike the snow?
I liked it but still hated it.
It is agonizing to no longer be able,
To like the things you like.

Ever since that day,
I hated the snow.
I could understand her feelings well,
As if I were holding them in my hand.

I have never forgotten,
Not even for a moment.
It's always bothered me,
How could this happen.

After the young girl left,
A small puddle,
Was left behind where she was.
A puddle made from the girls tears.

For some reason it was very deep, Immeasurable deep,
I felt like I was being dragged to the bottom.