Snow

I have a habit of singing my thoughts sometimes. And I just did that in response to this poem. I sang "what was I looking for~"

I follow your footsteps in the snow;
The road is winding,
Back and forth,
Seemingly endless tracks.
I can't stop, not yet;
You are close at hand.

The path fades,
Then,
Then,
Ends.

No.

I look around, but can't find you.

I run,
Aimless,
For miles,
Miles of endless white,
No trace of you to be found.

I won't give up,
I must find you.

There!

I caught a glimpse, I'm sure of it!
And it's true, I've found you.

I've found you, at last.