Frosted Window Pane

Frozen fingers gently pressed against the window

Nose cold from it’s touch

Soft breath clouding the view

Constant wiping to see through

House lights on

The only sign of life

Outside

A blanket of snow

There is a girl

She looks young, my age,

But carries herself as someone older

Glasses with thick black frames

Dark ebony hair

Newly dyed

Slightly slanted eyes

She’s mixed, I can tell

Short, my height

Glaring at the clouded sky

With eyes just as dark

I smile a toothy grin

I’d like to meet this girl

Beautiful with her furrowed brows

And a glare that amuses me

She feels my eyes

Burning through the cold

She is attracted to the heat

Of my intense look

The heat rising to a blush

Only makes her notice more

She c***s her head with a frown

Her thoughts interrupted

I glance away quickly

She smiles 

And continues walking away

There was a girl

Behind the frosted window 

Disappearing 

My heavy breath makes her disappear

Gone to find some greater warmth