Two sets of foot prints,
one, arriving; the other leaving.
Frozen, sprinkled by falling snow.
You stood there, at my steps;
Waiting, longer than necessary,
I see the deep grooves,
the scuffle of impatient feet
on broken ice;
Thoughts unsure, insecurities abound,
I waited for the soft knock,
imagined the gentle flakes,
Your eyelashes covered in melting ice,
Icy breath breathing death.
I waited, icicles to form,
my heart to stone,
my blood to ice
my soul to race to the unknown.
I waited, for you to knock,
Yet you left as suddenly,
as you came;
leaving icy images at my door.
like the whispers of thousand deaths,
in my dreams.
I was spared,
I know not why
the skies do not reveal their secrets,
the flakes don't tell no tales,
Yet,
Death had passed me by!
