Metaphorical

it left one night 
when the wind was unusually heavy 
and the air was biting cold 
it is brutal this high 
in late December 
 
I felt it go 
making it's way down the hall 
and lingering at the door 
for an unusually long period of time 
I cared not that the snow was deep 
and the wood was thick 
the whispers of your fleeing love 
could not be heard above the deafening roar 
of Winter in these mountains 
I stopped to listen or to see something, 
anything between the gusts and the landing flakes 
 
I had been gone an unusually long time 
as you watched from the bedroom window 
by the time you made the call 
after finishing your coffee 
the tears had long since frozen to my skin 
and my pleas had long since echoed down the valley