The intricate shapes, so diverse, mesmerize me.
I close my eyes, turn my face into the snow, my
tongue peeks out to taste the flakes on my lips.
An overwhelming urge to left my arms to the sky
I twirl in the snow, embracing the cold and the
promise of you.
Time passes, I fear peeking at my watch.
My feet cold, frozen toes beseech me to look.
All desire to dance in the snow long gone,
along with the euphoria of the promised
I force my hand from my warm pocket, it takes
all of my will to look at my watch.
Tears freeze in my lashes as I stand frozen in time.
This corner will not release me, I can’t make my
feet move. They refuse to carry me away just as
my mind refuses to accept that you are not coming.
I hold tightly to the limp rose, fingers too stiff
to open and drop it into the deepening snow.
Streetlights now cast a glow as I continue to wait.