Snow collects in my hatless hair
and the only sound for miles
is made from the breath I steal
trying to replace the breath you stole.
Frozen in a perfect moment
that we can never again capture
I wait for the perfection to end
and the snow to darken with the dirt
kicked up by the travelers
both animal and human
who will soon trudge through
the memory of me and you.
Autumn Siders 