In the snowy field,

Covered with white, expanding,

Until nowhere to be seen

Beyond the horizons, calling,

Calling for me, I stand

No snowball fights,

No snowmen, nor

Sledding, snow angels, even footsteps.

No one’s red-blushed faces and frostbitten noses,

No laughter, no tears, but

Forgotten. 

Just me and the snow, the

Fresh snow.

As bright, as pale, as white,

As the blank paper in front of me,

As blank as a brand new document,

Untitled

Untitled,

Unused,

Untrampled,

Undisturbed,

Untitled document

I stare at the words that stare at me back.

.kcab em ta erats taht sdrow eht ta erats I

They’re clearly there,

Daring me, even mocking me, yet –

I cannot bring myself to erase it.

To hit delete.