Snow falls gently on the empty streets,

Each flake whispers of memories sweet.

The wind cuts deep, a frozen touch,

Reminding me, I miss you so much.

The frost on the window tells a tale,

Of laughter lost and voices pale.

Your shadow lingers in the night,

Fading slowly with the morning light.

Winter carries your echo near,

In the silence, your face appears.

The cold embraces where you once stayed,

A love that warmed, now slips away.

Footsteps vanish in the icy haze,

Left alone in these frozen days.

The world is quiet, the sky so still,

But nothing fills this endless chill.

The snow reflects a distant glow,

A warmth I knew, so long ago.

Yet even now, beneath the storm,

I ache for the touch that kept me warm.

Winter carries your echo near,

In the silence, your face appears.

The cold embraces where you once stayed,

A love that warmed, now slips away.

Snow may melt, and winds may fade,

But traces of you will always stay.

Like whispers lost in winter's breath,

A tender ache that knows no death.

Winter carries your echo near,

In the silence, your face appears.

The cold embraces where you once stayed,

A love that warmed, now slips away.