Winter

A cold wind blows through you

right into my soul

I reach out to touch you

but my hands slide through a ghost

we talk of love

but the words are hollow

the days grow shorter and nights longer

or are the days just darker

and our relationship more stale

the snow falling outside is a blanket

bearing not warmth but finality

I ask once more what I can do to help

you ask me to turn on the TV

some say love is forever

I ask where are the flowers in winter

somewhere an echo of laughter

from a warmer season far away