Winter creeps through my window

A silent roll of waves,
winter creeps through
my window cracks.
I pretend to myself,
I am sleeping,
winter touches my toe,
climbs up
through my veins
freezes my blood
The moments,
frozen,etched
on my eyelids.
Once again,
the same streets,
the same restaurants,
the same people,
the same beggars,
the same songs,
the same books
once again, with you,
right here,
etched on my eyelids.