I look out the window at the hardened snow.
I still miss our walks.
The smoke billowing from our mouths, that we both found so refreshing.
I sit at my desk and gaze through the glass.
Is that a teardrop on your lonely pane? Don't try to tell me it's just condensation or a little bit of rain.
I know you miss her, and I really miss her too.
But lonely window, I'll keep staring, it's all I've left to do.