The guy away!

Woven voids screams low,
touch reminds the November rain
In December snow
You remain in imagination
"My guy with red bow"
And it started beating slow
I have stopped writing for you
The treasure you spell
the layer if scars seems to glow
A chance to live by in you
In those diaries that faded like march to snow
and will fade away like me
In burn of lighting of unheared proses
I kept away from you!,
~Nida