Breath makes smoke Air that smells like snow Won’t you ever come? As sun sets, trees make silhouettes Then disappear from view
Night sounds heard Between traffic bursts Are growing louder now I stare through the night for familiar headlights But they never come
And it illustrates for me how very far I’ve come It’s not just my body I am trying to keep warm And the stoplights turn Just about three hundred times And headlights shine on me But none belong to you
