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!
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