I balance my hot coffee on the edge of the window sill

I look out on the frosty day, seeing you, collar up,

head down, determined to leave this place,

Struggling up the ice that covers the hill.

I draw a heart around your retreating shape

Where the coffee steam rises on the cold window pane

Inevitably you walk on, out of its already weeping embrace

Until you finally vanish, lost in the white landscape

Gone without a trace.