I knew I lost you days after.
I saw your foot prints in the snow –
but often saw them there, and so…
And I waited for you in the morning.
Then I waited for you that night.
I asked all if you had seen –
and watched for signs in the darkness.
Alas, your last impressions turn to rock
in slashing, hacking cold –
their lines a fleeting testimony
to a love that melted to memory.
April 19, 2008, 2014
WandeRoseD 