The leaves crunch beneath her,
hands cold and face colder.
Her soul feels pain,
and her breath fogs the glass.

She can no longer see her reflection,
face filled with fear and hatred.
Her movements are weary,
she's almost too scared to move.

Her heart feels broken,
her lover hasn't moved.
She wonders if the light,
will shine bright enough,
to reflect off the snow,
and blind her,
so she no longer feels cold.