You came as a surprise to me,
Quietly slipping in with the December breeze;
The one that lifts my curls
Sending cool shivers down my neck
Down my back, numbing my senses,
Yet I can never shake the warm tingling
In my blood
When you look at me
The train of thoughts that once made my head so dizzy,
And lay at rest in perfect silence
Your arms warm around me.
The morning sun pale behind the clouds
So bright and luminescent;
The sun a beacon
Shunned on a stormy day.
The window is frosted over
But I can still make out the ground
Blanketed in snow
So white and glistening it burns my eyes
And I forget to breath;
For I know by noon
You will melt away
And leave me in a puddle.
The ground now brown,
Muddy and wet.
Your foot prints are all I have left.