Snow.

"Why did you leave me alone?

It's cold out here.

I yearn for that touch,

the warmth that fired up a hundred nerves in me.

Now I sit alone,

surrounded by a cacophony of activity,

as the blanket around me

tries to smother me in its protective cover.

I still feel the chill,

the absence of all those I left behind,

who left me behind,

and moved on,

unthinking, forgetful,

never to return."