The snowflakes fell from the sky

in a quiet hush,

painting the world below

in pale white

I wrap your sweater,

lambswool blue,

around my shoulders,

searching for your car

in the dying light

The ticking of the clock

on the wall

matches pace with my heart,

racing as the hours clip by

Pacing and looking

into the dark night for answers,

tears threatening

as I try not to cry

The phone comes alive

your face filling my screen

as your sweater slips

to the floor

Your flight is canceled

due to the storm,

with no hope of seeing

you walk through the door

The tears come at last

as I break and sob,

before spotting your sweater,

crumpled below

I lift it into my arms,

breathing your scent,

comforted just the littlest bit,

as I sit before the fireplace glow