leaving footprints on the snow

we walk on by, ever so slow

a ripple effect that greets our hearts, resonates

with the beats of our feet and footprints, not so far apart

slow, cautious, nurturing; still, those tender memories burn

in the meloncholic dim of mellow light

where we warmed our cold hands by the fire

we may as well have held each other

still, we could close our eyes tightly shut

in the midst of tempestuous tidal waves

to feel the raging heat of a fire,

we may as well close them forever

footprints create craters in the snow

should have just let the river flow

carry our bodies to the shore

where we can walk on by, ever so slow