I am....

sitting here and waiting with the snow...so that you sit there with me,

because...

the bench is for two,

me and you...

and

so....

I walk again....and keep on waiting...

yet hoping...

that you will somehow re-appear...

I miss you,

with all the moments...

and the way you make me feel...

Do you even remember... sitting there with me?

right on that stair...

off course without the snow...

because that was,

in summer...

dearest you...

I wish I could sit together again,

with you...

maybe in that very big chair...

talking about being so big...

together...