I look outside, and snow is falling.
I walk out into the night.
The wind bites at my face.
But I am not cold.
White flecks flutter to the ground.
And I miss you.
Unexpected tears well in my eyes.
Because you are supposed to be outside with me.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
Because we danced in this.
Tears drip from my chin.
Because this reminds me of our love.
Hot tears turn cold.
Because I am in love with a memory.

I wish you were still around to dance with me.