By Lucy Brewster (’18)
The night was icy but I didn’t mind
Stars hung like crystals on a chandelier
The air was crisp and smelled of Christmastime
this was my favorite time of the year
I reminisce about when we first met
Two years ago under the same night stars
My memories of you don’t fade quite yet
In the same place, but now I have these scars
Our grave confrontation came far too soon
A pretty face yet ice cold to the touch
You froze me forever under the moon
I ran from you but could not break your clutch
In a split second everything was gone
Now I haunt the grounds I used to walk on
The Speakeasy Magazine 