Left

A cross road begins,
here,
now,
The time is undecided.

Left, there is no designated path,
The snow, untouched.
Her face lightens up as she dances herself through,
Sinking deeper and deeper
without a care,
Without a worry,
Without a destination.
The wind tickling her sides, a laugh escaping from her chapped lips,
Half way through she sees lightly covered prints,
Confused and worried,
She glances around herself,
More and more prints appear suddenly,
Only half way through,
Only, half way through.
The wind tosses her around playfully,
Teasing her,
Throwing her on her back in agony,
She cries out,
The wind grows still,
Silent,
Guilty.
She slowly rises,
Hot tears burning her face,
A sudden warmth reaches her bare shoulders,
A thick blanket of air,
The wind.
Small whispers breath into her numb ear,
A smile reaching the tips of her mouth as she giggles.
She continues to walk again,
This time with more confidence,
She trusts the wind,
It's sense of direction,
It will forever remain by her side,
No matter where she will end up,
He is there for her.

Author's Note

Do your worst >:D