Under dampened banks of snow Where desires lie in cold Buried between furrows Of decisions furlough We were left for a moment Gathered near the embers Where answers beckoned To be discovered Dormant replies linger amidst A haunting presence unknown The rocking of the chair persists Even when alone Winter's dispiriting exhalation Unable to unite the broken glass Precipitating predilection Of an exchange that has yet to pass Will the coming of spring drown this sorrow? Like fading snow grasping for its final breath Converging with the streams and filling the void Of my despair