Snow Day

struck brightly by the winter when the snow falls thick and silent i can only hear you breathing i will follow a set of deep tracks other people all stay hidden as the cars rest under snow drifts so clearly the dark sky appears framed by cables so clearly your breath's white as you struggle to tell that the people we have become still lay awake hoping to hear airwaves say snow day as the day goes gray to grayer we don't think of all the struggle in our footsteps, it's behind us so clearly your eyes framed in the light decaying so quiet your words stood out when you were saying that people we have become all know there's more than the setting sun snow day we can want more we'll find out in the new morning we can want more we'll wait up to hear closings