Caught in a Cloud

The air is so thin,

I can hardly breathe.

Inside a cloud

to the east, west, north, south—

every side of the mist carries a memory of you:

your laugh

your furtive glance

your footsteps plodding forward.

Am I the only one freezing in the cold,

alone on the mountaintop?

Too frozen to move

familiar clouds passing by—

strands and figments

that keep my heart warm

as my body freezes

and my soul turns to rain