In the cold of this early morning
my blanket is engraved with your name,
like a whisper in the gloom,
like a tangled embrace.
The weight of your absence is felt
in every corner of my soul,
and in the darkness of the night
I only find solace in your calm.
The wind blows icy outside
while inside my skin
I feel the fire of your memory
burning brightly and faithfully.
In the cold of this early morning
my blanket becomes your coat,
and in every dream that shelters me,
I feel the warmth of you, my friend.