Snow

I had this image of you
Sitting on a bench waiting on snow
My lips reached out to you
As you brushed the leaves around your feet
You turned your face away as if to say
It's over,
It's too long since you've left me
Waiting as the weather grew colder around us
Bolder in the way it pushed all towards the end
The end of our road
The long walks by the beach
The way you'd lace your fingers around me
The love, a grace so inviting
The way I never again kissed a mouth
I saw this image of you
Writing alone in your room as I do
Wondering whether it was real or not still
Hoping the arrival of a feeling new
Will come soon as winter always and wearily does
Regretting the mistake the human inside you made
Hoping the guilt will leave soon with wind
Never enough
Never enough hope makes it go away, I know
Sitting on this bench now covered in snow
You reached for my hand
But I'm already black footsteps
Upon the fresh powder on the road
Of our end
So bend yourself to sleep
And don't miss my heart beat
Or my serenading heat
I'm only a page
We were only a blurry page or a dry leaf
Flying around an empty park or a dark street
Tremble, cry out, undress, and repeat