Snow

It was  winter, he was standing in the midst of the rushing crowd, he felt nothing.

It was winter, he was standing in the midst of the leafless trees, he felt better.

It was an isle, nature's isle, constructed by two lines of leafless trees, and decorated by snow. It beautified the trees, the flowers, the lane, it beautified everything. The white touch, the whiteness, everything about it seemed beautiful. 

He sat on a bench, admiring the beauty of nature. Suddenly, he felt lonely. 

He turned around, and saw a couple on another bench, they were gazing at each other, their face showed happiness that no words can describe, their hands holding tight, as if if they loosen it, the other will go away. 

It was snowing,

The guy swiped away the snow on the girls hair, 

And the girl blew of the snow on the guy's shoulder.

And they kissed.

He sat there still,

even until the couple left, 

he sat there, 

he felt lonely,

he had friends, 

but he wanted love.

He had a near love experience, 

but it melted like snow to water.

It was still snowing,

he felt something on his hand, 

it was cold,

it was his tears.

-Max-