Breath Makes Smoke

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