Breath Makes Smoke

Breath makes smoke
Air that smells like snow
As sun sets, trees make silhouettes
And disappear from view

Night sounds heard
Between traffic bursts
Are growing louder now
I stare through the night for familiar headlights

It’s not just my body I am trying to keep warm
And the stop lights turn
Just about three hundred times
And headlights shine on me
But none belong to you