The snow is raining down like blurry, white bullets when I see you again
The sky is a blinding white, the chill of the winter biting and ruthless
Yet there you are
Standing as though the weather’s brutality is nothing
Shrugging your shoulders as if it’s a mere inconvenience
You outstretch your hand and immediately the snowflakes collect upon your palm
In such a blizzard I can’t make out if you’re beckoning me over or not
I squint, tears collecting upon my dark lashes
I open my mouth, to do what? I don’t know
You soon drop your hand to your side, lifeless, and turn away as I press myself against the glass
Watching you go, go
Go until your figure is nothing but a dark spec
Go until there is not one thing left of you but the tracks in the snow