Snowflakes Drift Apart

[Bengal7367]

Snowflakes on the ground.

 

We used to watch them together.

 

Now, where am I going with this?

 

Where am I going?

 

Now they drift apart.

 

I don't want to drift apart.

 

Sometimes a storm has to end.

 

Why does it have to end?

 

Snowflakes yet drift upon the night sky.

Illuminated by the moon above, basking in the glow together.

 

Yet now?

 

I fear I may never watch them with you again.

 

It's cold.

 

The cold no longer feels so inviting.