It should be snowing by now but it isn't.
Gazing through the window,
I trace the outline of your silhouette with my finger
on the glass pane.
I watch you and you are unaware of my gaze.
My nail scratches the surface.
Like our conversations.
Heavy with the unsaid.
Our lives are entwined.
Like the branches of the tree.
You speak to me with a strangers voice
and I look at you and don't recognise your face.
Words stick in my chest,
heavy on my heart they lie.
You stop, sensing my presence.
Look up and smile, wave.
The sky still heavy is waiting for snow.