Under dampened banks of snow
Where desires lie in cold
Buried between furrows
Of decisions furlough
We were left for a moment
Gathered near the embers
Where answers beckoned
To be discovered
Dormant replies linger amidst
A haunting presence unknown
The rocking of the chair persists
Even when alone
Winter's dispiriting exhalation
Unable to unite the broken glass
Precipitating predilection
Of an exchange that has yet to pass
Will the coming of spring drown this sorrow?
Like fading snow grasping for its final breath
Converging with the streams and filling the void
Of my despair