Alone

I try to make an impression

On the scenery-less snow field

As I crunch on through.

Each snowflake

With their own designs

Invisible to the naked eye

Burns me more

As the frozen vapour

Lands on white rose cheeks. Lands

On the only exposed part of me.

I trail on through searching

For someone I do not know.

I continue my trek

Around the world for her.

My single tracks slowly being erased

As there is not yet warmth

To protect them.