Yuki

Yuki (Snow)

The snow falls gently

Blanketing all around-

The only embrace I feel.

The warm persimmon glow-

Teases me,

As I stand outside your window.

I hoped to spend this night-

In the comforting embrace-

Of your warmth, your tender-

Cheek against mine.

The hope in my heart,

Falls with the gentle snow,

I wait like graffiti on white canvas,

A blue-jeaned stain,

I wait for you.

My breath calls your name

Like once before...

We held cold hands-

Warmth in the quiet

Footprints through the snow.

Slowly we walked together,

As if embracing in the snowdrift.

I can still hear the soft crunch,

Snow crushed underfoot,

Making soft cries.

Looking through that frosted glass,

A small picture rests,

Above the fireplace,

A large cross, noosed above,

Hanging, unlike the other.

I leave.

My lone footprints in the snow,

Trailing to that lonely road,

Where the other cross;

White, camouflaged in winter,

Rests peacefully crooked,

Like how you wore your smile.

There are no tears this time,

There is no mangled car,

There is no blood,

Marring the peaceful snow.

There is only that wooden cross.

If I look around,

I once again see our footsteps,

Side-by-side, smiling

At the indentions we made,

They look like butterflies.

I close my eyes.

I once again feel your hand,

And we turn around together.

Let's walk home more slowly-

This time, leaving

Footprints in the snow.