Winter Encounter

It was by chance our paths had crossed that cold December day; a love I might have had, but lost, the one that slipped away. I reached to kiss a ruddy cheek, his old endearing smile; the sight of him had turned me weak, though only for a while. The words he spoke I can't recall, our spark had gone astray; for in the past we'd said it all, so much to my dismay. He claimed, one day, he'd like to meet, though he would never call; the weatherman predicted sleet, but tears began to fall. Good seeing you again, old friend, then said he could not stay; I felt the blister of the wind and watched him walk away. A heart that had begun to thaw, then started to refreeze; I drew my overcoat in awe of winter's frigid breeze.