The silence of falling snow

Sunday morning

Sitting at the edge of my bed

Hands fold in my lap

and then covering my eyes 

Like the rain outside my tears fall into my lap 

On to my notebook

Smudging my words like twisted memories

I want to understand

I want to see things through your eyes

but you won’t tell me your feelings

You won’t let me see

I’ve become blind to your heart

The cold breeze caressing the window still seems warmer than your touch

That touch that never finds its way to me

You never reach for me and my arms are tired from reaching for you

I can’t stand still forever

Waiting for you to see me

Hopelessly waiting for December

Like a child at Christmas 

Like dreams that have frozen

In the silence of falling snow