I don't like snow

I don’t like snow.
It’s like frozen sand,
And cracks under my steps,
And echoes in my memories.

I see you there,
There
In the blankness;
In the blinding light.

I don’t like wind.
It’s cold and elusive.
It creeps into my joints,
And snips at my heart.

I lose you there,
There
In frosty air–
The mist.

I like it here–
Here
In the darkness–
Blind to you.

You’re not there.
There
Is nothing left,
But icy ashes.