Fallen From the Sky by Glen Hansard

after

two days later   i
trudge

through stepped-in snow,
adding

footprints to places
where
people have already gone

i

feel the tracks of my tears
seeping in, too,
on

the chasms of my cheeks
beside my eyes

like the ground
beside the tree

stomped to pieces

and
full of snow

that used to be

white    i
trudge,
quietly,
alone

except for the
trodden snow