Glimmers with an Afterglow

My dream of you has become a whispering thought
only now it greets me upon a rainy day
the slayed demons left in my head
moved on, no longer just day to day
now an old movie that plays
with brief flashes of white snow
the familiar plot no longer weilds a villian
or a love story, but glimmers with an afterglow
strangers brought together by chance
left their mark upon the world
then parted with an infinite sarrow
cold, hearts exposed, lives twirrled