Traces of lace cover walkways.
Snow so white it almost blinds us.
You came with a spectacular glow.
I became awed by this splendour.
Everyone was so captivated
by your charm, wit, words.
We wondered if the sun rose
and fell under that magic.
Pure white snow turns gray
from exhaust fumes.
Hardening on roadsides, icy
frost plunge cars into ditches.
Deceived by your wicked smile
and simmering blue eyes.
Tricked by razzmatazz.
Only mud and freezing rain lies underneath.
Some thought the fault was mine.
How could this have happened?
There must be something else.
Something I have hidden away.
Caught in claw of memories now,
regretting the trust given to you.
But I will never be betrayed again
even if hell freezes over.
Writer: Joan McNerney
Artist: Angana Sarkar
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