Lovely, Dark, and Deep

Snow collects in my hatless hair

and the only sound for miles

is made from the breath I steal

trying to replace the breath you stole.

Frozen in a perfect moment

that we can never again capture

I wait for the perfection to end

and the snow to darken with the dirt

kicked up by the travelers

both animal and human

who will soon trudge through

the memory of me and you.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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