A Journey Without The One

Dressed and Packed we were raring to go,
In a group of eighteen,to see the snow.
The spirits were high,so were the expectation,
But I knew this was a journey without the one.

Up and down,left and right,we swayed in motion,
I looked for the person who would have made it fun.
Through the mountains,as we scaled the heights,
I did never lose her in sight.

The place was beautiful,could have been beatific,
Serenity and calm was making me sick.
Snow clad mountains and the frozen lake,
Pleasant and Picturesque,all but for a moments sake.
In peace a soul could rest,but I wanted to run,
Because this journey was without the One.