My nails scratches the surface,

like our conversations,

heavy with the unsaid,

Our lives are entwined like the branches of the tree,

Yet sometimes you speak to me with a strangers' voice,

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 smile and wave,

the sky still heavy is waiting for snow