Waiting
It's snowing, all white
I can see my breath, frosted,
The people walking.
I'm waiting here still,
Breathing in the icy air
Waiting all alone.
The bench is like ice,
Chilled under my fingertips,
And the snow still falls.
The snow coats my hair,
Like puffs of powdery clouds...
It's getting so dark.
I'll sit forever,
An unmoving silhouette
Frozen on a bench.
Waiting for you.