I do like you
a lot,
but there’s something
I forgot:

The Path
to reach Myself.

I can’t seem
to find
this "I" of mine
Anymore;

The footprints I left
are all blurred
and confused now -
The size of my feet
is useless
anyhow.

Snow is starting
to fall down
Again
and won’t stop
till It covers
everything around -

Till It buries
Me.

Will I let
the soft coat
Embrace Me?

Or will I shake it
Off
of Myself
when Spring comes?

This is still to be
seen;

In the meantime,
I’ll let the Leaves
Fall
for Me.