From Afar

A young girl drifts among the rotting trees

Although the ground is covered

In powdery silver snow,

She's no longer bothered by the cold

She looks on, gazing intently

Into the barren distance,

Where her lost love stands

He shovels mound after mound

Of snow, chucking it behind him

His face is lined with droplets of sweat,

His cheeks cherry red from winter's kiss

The girl wishes she could be there

She could hold him, embrace him,

Fix a mug of steaming coffee for him

She could do anything, something,

To warm his frigid body

Even more than that,

The girl wants to tell him

Of all the emotions entangling

In her still heart

She may no longer be alive,

But her feelings for him are

Every day, she approaches him,

Wandering just a bit closer

And every day, she opens her mouth,

Ready to speak,

To let her soul be known

But every day, not a single sound escapes

The girl freezes up before

She can say even one thing

And all the girl needs to say

Is one simple thing:

"I love you"