The silent snowflakes
that fell on that windless night
froze the ground and sky.
The flickering lamp-
post glowed soft above my head
and above my hands
that held a letter.
My letter, I clutched—there I
waited, silent as
the twirling snowflakes.
I waited, heart eager, for
the recipient.
The letter, which I
had crafted and perfected,
was waiting for her.
The silent snowflakes
that fell on that windless night
warmed my heart and mind.
Because I was waiting for her.
Under the Lamppost
I Waited for Her
by Katie Chen