I tried to write about the sparkle in the snow,

but it turned into a poem about your eyes

so I decided to write aboout the winter winds,

but it only described the aftermath of you leaving

and in everything I saw you

the snow capped mountains

remind me of your soul

the crescent moon 

is your slanted smile

the only place you

were nowhere to be found is

here

next to me

in my room

by my side