I hear the snow and I hear his shoes..
I picture his shoe print, I start to feel blue..
I watch the snow fall and I imagine his embrace..
Soft as a flake, warm enough to melt my finger if I touched his face..
I notice the tree tops and remember his beauty..
snow filled branches, I adore them truly..
Naked trees - no leaves - still I see..
They have life - they breath - at least to me..
Cold and icy yet so warm and cozy..
That’s what I feel when I remember him holding me..
Love from the east to the west - the moon to the sun..
How short life was - with you it begun..
Without you - No longer two - I am one..
Snow no longer falls - It’s melting..
My season - so incomplete like a half finished painting..
Heart hanging by a thread - your the needle - I could sew it myself but I prefer your stitching instead.