on a day as cold as this we can hardly tell
the smokers from the rest of us, merely breathing out,
and I forgot the science, is it water freezing?
the way I see her breathing from across the street, and

on a day as cold as this we break out hats and scarves,
and I have friends who knit I’m now thankful for,
I am thinking of them as I wear their gifts
around my neck and on my head, and

there’s a chance of snow, greater than the chance
we’ll ever know each other’s secrets,
what I wouldn’t give, if I could make it through
a few more days with a few less regrets..

on a day as cold as this, I will write your name
in the windows of this bus, on a frosted pane,
I am thinking of you, though you’re nowhere close
to where this bus goes, where this whole town knows that

there’s a chance of snow, greater than the chance
we’ll ever know each other’s secrets,
what I wouldn’t give, if I could make it through
a few more days with a few less regrets..

on a day as cold as this we can hardly tell
the smokers from the rest of us, merely breathing out,
and I forgot the science, is it water freezing?
the way I see her breathing from across the street…