i recall that day last winter
the sky was black
the snow was tall
and it wasn't particularly cold

the snow had stopped falling from the sky
and the whole world had stopped too
everything paused
i have never seen a road more empty

the tracks of my boots were the only marks
that marred the pristine streets
i walked in the middle of the road
the traffic lights still changed around me

the air wasn't cold
but it was lonely
which might as well have been
the same thing