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