The snowflakes
gyrate in the warm
lighting of the lonesome
streetlamp;  a storm

a drop of orange in the distance,
a splash of color
in front of my breath
condensing in the cold

a lonely walk
with thoughts of you
something that will
never come true

I pull my coat closer
wrapped around my body
I pretend its a warm embrace
from you , dancing around me

like that gyrating snow