Snow, Like You

I saw a snowflake drift silently past my window . . . and I watched as it danced and turned . . . It was so real ~ so full of life! Finally, I could stand it no longer. I swung wide my window and let it float in. It melted away . . . I was left with a beautiful memory ~ a drop of water on my fingertip, my lips. I couldn’t understand how it could have changed . . . so quickly, so silently . . . I only wanted to reach out to it ~ and care for it. Yet alas, a snowflake . . . as you, must be touched gently.