Snow in Amsterdam

January 2026

Today was wonderful.
Soft snow was falling in Amsterdam.
We walk together, you and I,
our shoes brushing white from cobblestones,
laughing at the bicycles
leaning like half-finished stories
against the cold railings.

We walk along the the canals.
I point at the windows
glowing with hidden lives
a cat curled on a window sill,
two lovers cooking pasta, drinking wine,
someone reading by the fire
as if the world has never hurt.

You squeeze my hand.
I hold you close.
It feels real enough,
so I don’t question it.

We talk about nothing,
and everything,
while the snow keeps falling,
the night closing in around us.

I look up at the snow filled sky,
falling onto my face.
Then I look to my side,
to where I thought you were
or maybe only felt you were.

Because today,
you were not here.
Not really.

But perhaps tomorrow…..