Christmas came, but you had gone

Just after the white came to blanket my lawn.

I gazed at the imprints of your final farewell

The snow itself the tale could tell.

I made my way back to the lonely house;

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

But looking back, I finally see

A pair of white footprints still follows me.

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• Date written: December 8, 2017 • Word Count: 63 • Line Count: 8 • Stanza Count: 2 •