Found a ribbon from your hair
Tangled in my sweater's care
Still smells faint of snowy days
Of frost-kissed laughs and quiet gaze
It’s strange how threads can hold so tight
A whole December, sealed in white
I wrap it once around my wrist
And feel the echo of your kiss
Ribbons from last winter's hand
Still tie me to where we’d stand
On frozen roads, your breath was mine
In that soft hush before the pine
You slipped like sleet on glassy lanes
Left ribbons, but you kept the rain
And I, still walking slow and blind
Chasing steps you left behind