Looking out these frosty window panes.
You’re away and the cold remains the same.
It pours through the walls into my veins.
Another lonely frigid night.
I reach out to touch the ghostly specter you left behind.
Praying that the snow will bring you in with its flurries.
The soft and silent fall relieves me of my worries.
Another hard night alone.
Staring at the white snow.