The Snow Falls

The Snow Falls Softly my love, I watch every flake, come slowly from no where, outside my vision, beyond the window boundaries, magical…even whimsical… the white soft “above”, to the hard ground here below. soon a giant blanket of pure…beauty. You fell asleep in my arms. I look down at your hair. It is not really…your hair. It is the hair from the box. It smells sweet, but not as lovely as you. I don’t care about the strands of lost gold… I only want the chance to hold you when we are old. You had a bad time. Not for the first time. Not for the last. But I am here. I will be here, until you do not need me. I will be here even… after that. My eyes are full of water. warm tears, held back… a force of will, that can not be lost, to selfishness, but born heaviest against, piercing loss. Sleep now. Tomorrow… I can braid your heart, back together, so we can go out… on the town!