Footprints

Standing in the

Doorway looking out

Wondering where your

Footprints went now

That they’re covered

By a fresh

Blanket of snow

All remains quiet

Except for the

Sound of winds

Creating drifts making

Me think that

You’re coming back

But all that

I get is

Cold that kind

Of cold that

Buried my heart

Right behind your

Now forgotten footprints