It was the first snow day.
You took my hand and held it.
You told me of my beauty. 
And your love for me.

You took my hand.
And you kissed my fingers.
And they were ice on your lips.
We walked through.

Although our sky was grey,
We had no need for blue.
For the cold brought us closer.
And you held me more.

There were then clocks.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
They sang with time.
An abundance of it too.

And the snow was still.
Still there.
With us.
Wishing.

We didn’t wish though.
Not for anything.
Because we had time.
Surrounding our beings.

But that was then….
This is now.
Weeks past.
Words lost.

I  wish for more time.
Like the clock shop.
It’s space full of time.
And snow.

You have left with the snow.
It doesn’t snow anymore.
Not around me anyway.