Two sets of foot prints, one, arriving; the other leaving. Frozen, sprinkled by falling snow. You stood there, at my steps; Waiting, longer than necessary, I see the deep grooves, the scuffle of impatient feet on broken ice; Thoughts unsure, insecurities abound, I waited for the soft knock, imagined the gentle flakes, Your eyelashes covered in melting ice, Icy breath breathing death. I waited, icicles to form, my heart to stone, my blood to ice my soul to race to the unknown. I waited, for you to knock, Yet you left as suddenly, as you came; leaving icy images at my door. like the whispers of thousand deaths, in my dreams. I was spared, I know not why the skies do not reveal their secrets, the flakes don't tell no tales, Yet, Death had passed me by!