Snow Flakes Fall

Copyright Julia Bydulia

This is just a rough copy, I think.

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When I walk in the snow
I like to find an old set of tracks
to pretend to follow them
so that I can feel less like I'm alone
and more like you're back.

But what happens when
snow flakes fall like broken promises
and fill in the footsteps
I tell myself are yours?

It will be years until I forget
the smile on your face and the
sweater with the worn out spots and holes
you wore so stubbornly
when it was the middle of January
and I could see you shivering.

When we walked in the snow
I always wanted to
promise you it would get warmer
even though we both knew
it would be a long season

and at least six months
until you could shed your sweater
and walk in the sun.

Now, when I walk in the snow
I like to find someone else's tracks
and talk to them
so that I can feel less like I'm alone
and more like you're back.