Lost in the excitement
with my inner child, I am.

Listening to the wind roaring
like lion in attack mode.

Watching as swirling energies
direct snowflakes gracefully.

Touching ****
as camera lense snaps
so memories build.

Dancing in celebration
for a day off.

Going back to bed
for some extra shut eye.

Making plans later
to build a snowman
holding hands with inner child.

The imprint you leave on my bed
is marked for my comfort -
The intangible smell
on my unwashed sheets -
I would wear them like a coat
if it meant I carried your scent,
I would wash them if it meant
I will see you again -
But most of all
I want this imprint to be,
an everlasting dent.