Snow Sky Pining

Big, fat flakes of
sharply white snow
fall softly from a
gray sky and onto
a blackened wet
street through frosty
brown branches,
and all I can think is
that I'll miss you,
even though it's just
for a week that I
won't see your lovely
face, though a
mop of floppy black
hair is burned into
my faithful memory,
along with mocha
eyes framed by dark
lashes. just hold
me and tell me that
you'll long for me,
too, and that I'm not
wasting my time,
pining for you, because
you're pining for
me, too. tell me, love
that the teeth-
marks on my green pen
are not wasted,
that my nervous hand-
wringing is fully
excused. just tell me,
ebony, that it's
exactly the same for you.