Footprint in the Snow

Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch,

Goes the snow beneath our feet,

So many steps in the winter cold

With the frigid, icy flakes,

Fragile memorials of human weakness.

These glittering white fairies,

Imperially crystalline,

Dance with my wispy breath

And pirouette before my face

To find their way into my eyes,

Sacrificed as melting, frozen tears,

As others fall to the ground

To mourn their crushed brethren.

Their passing erodes my thawing heart,

Just as elapsed time melts our footprints away

Clearing the position of our parting.

This footprint of our separation

Becomes covered with years of new snow,

The evidence of us wiped clean

From the face our ever-changing emotions.