Snowflakes: A Better Place

It was like a fog
Blinding everything ahead of us
I looked behind me
and there, too, I could not see
The white flakes fell in a rhythmic way
         each had its own place, its own role to play
In the overall scheme.
I wondered where I was going
But not you
         who had found a snowflake.
I wished I could.

Upon waking the air is crisp, cold
         --carrying a silent breeze.
The handle on the window is stubborn, it
defies me
         squeak, jolt, closed--finally closed.
The roads are busy, with a purpose
         Hurry up! We have places to go! People to see!
I walk slowly.
Gazing in a window I see a man with
         a hopeless tint covering his face
Now, I think, while you still can.
Some while down the road...
A woman with a young child running
         Hurry up! We have an appointment!
The sound of my footsteps grows farther apart.
Not anymore, I think, perhaps it is too late.

I can see my breath
Blend in with the fog before me
Strangers walk past with their audible footsteps
         crunch.
         Leaving their first impression.
I will hold the door open.

You are still here
I remembered
Mingling fingertips boldly contrast
         straying minds.
We do not walk in unison.
Across the street, two silhouettes walk side-by-side
         side-by-side
         not separated
You gaze, smile, I look down.
The silhouettes walk in unison.

As snow falls, night does.
You & I sleep--finally close eyes.
We finally sleep--close eyes.

Red, orange hues open my eyes...
You are no longer there.
Past unmade sheets, past yesterday's garments,
Past an open door, past a coat not hung
A welcoming sense of warmth.

You are still there
         I know.
You gaze, smile, I move closer and lean
Mingling fingertips, a walk in unison