I miss you,

The more I say those words the more truth they bring.

I look at those photos,

Yet I still miss you.

Time is cruel,

Us... I hate that.

Now I can't even see our faces.

Its only winter here,

Always winter.

Even in the hot days of August,

It is still a frigid winter.

I want to take your hand,

To shatter this ice,

Travel to the warmest points.

How much longer will this snow fall?

How much long until the spring days return?

Like those things that float in the air,

Perhaps if I was the wind blown snow...

I could reach you faster.

Snowflakes fall and get farther away with every second that passes,

To this moment I still miss you.

How much more do I have to wait?

To see you.