The snow falling this morning reminds me of you
Tree limbs so crisp and the world is new
I sit at my window, watching the street
To reminisce and envision the next time we meet
My heart knows I likely won’t see you again
So my imagination must fill that void in
Are you building a snowman, or tunneling deep
To a whole different world where wild wolves sleep?
Are you sipping hot cocoa and playing a game
Of witches and fairies and dragons to tame?
Are you running through snowdrifts, wild and free
Knowing all of the good things you’ll be?
I sit at my window, not crying, not really
Recalling the serious times and the silly
Thinking back to our jokes, our games, and our smiles
The frustration and anger every once in a while
When you love someone, see, each memory sticks
So you carry them always in your bag of tricks
And when I start to miss you, I’ll think of those days
We acted like sloths creeping down the hallways
The students and teachers all looked so confused
When we said, “We’re just slothing around, how ‘bout you?”
I wish you goodbye as snow creates a fresh place
And hope wherever you are, you’re smiling and safe