Within the quiet, I felt your breath
As I walked by it, smoke filled my chest
Your exhale spelled my name
A cocktail of frost and flame

Our eyes met where the air was thin
On icy steps, in your menthol mist
With the cigarette you flicked away,
What went next was the light of day,

When I checked the time it was getting late
Because as moments fly, the heart tends to race
I must have missed the last bus home
But I could still weather the...