There were voices-
And in the voices there were screams.
And then there was I,
Seemingly in peace.

As the wind lashed wildly,
The trees groaned in reply.
Snowflakes that were falling danced
In the last few seconds of their lives.

Houses and streetlights seemingly vague,
Looking out a frosted window
Where someone had wrote your name.

Wearily looking down,
To the darkness, without ground.

You leave me to wonder,
Where are you now?

© aura.writes