• His boots crunch on the snow
    Pacing slowly up the alley
    Keeping his eyes low.

    Life goes, a loveless year
    Passed by for him
    Nothing to hold dear.

    Despite the snow in his eyes
    He looks up with pain
    As the evening dies

    Wishing he could let go
    Like her
    To never know.

    What would they do?
    Where would they find his body?
    She left and flew

    But he is grounded
    Days go by
    His fear unfounded.

    Time for surrender
    One more year
    Crossed off the callender

    A pensive moment
    Left open
    For atonement