The cold weather, dancing,
Reminds him of years
That slipped between his fingers;
Leaving him with only
Himself.
And when he turns around,
Does he see a friendly hearth
Indoors waiting for him?
Or is he left out in the frigid air,
Gasping for a love unconditional?
Are faded faces taken for granted
Like daylight sun?
Or can he make note of the longing
While the rain or snow muddles
His lonely days?
Without them, he is left
Sunless and bleak;
Wishing the ice would melt
But it spreads and thickens.