snowy imprints
You came to me as snow does.
One moment silently falling,
and the next, all-consuming and everywhere.
I wait for you to leave without a trace,
scattered in a million directions
by people who take a piece of you wherever they may go,
or melt slowly in grace with time and warmth.
So when I step outside, you’re gone,
and I'll no longer need to worry
about what you may do to me.
Yet you’re still here by my feet-
not as perfect as when you first arrived,
with marks of those who passed by.
But still here.
Patiently waiting.
With a body no so fragile,
hardened to ice,
unmoving.