Nothing but the Snow
There she stands, just an arm length away,
Looking scared and alone, just looking for someone to stay.
I want to reach out, stroke her hair,
Hold her hand and tell her not to be scared.
But I am no different than she.
Fearful and abandoned, I just want her to see
That together, we’re far from alone,
And that my feelings for her go deeper than bone.
So I break out of my comfort zone,
And reach for her trembling hands to quiet her groans.
I touch her skin, feel its life, then feel it slip away.
Like dust in the breeze, she blows astray,
And slips from my grip
Like a leaf in the wind; stripped
From the one who only wanted her saved.
Now she’s gone, enslaved
To something I will never know.
I’m alone again, with nothing left but the snow.