without you

across a white field
I walk,
ankle deep in the fresh
wool
of cold snow.
the field
is flat, goes on forever
from one blue
line
to another.
there are other things I
should be doing,
but for now, this walk
takes
up my time.
I see the bloom of my
breath in front of me,
always
just beyond my lips,
my legs lift then fall
leaving behind
who I used to be.