Snow flakes drift down in a silent dance, some choosing your hair as a resting place. Haven't we been here before? No, we never got to see the snow fall.
You leave me with tears left to catch the chilled notes of frost. But my hands warm on your cheeks as our eyes transfix. Yours were a home I never quite understood.
We were meant to be here, softly sitting in the peaceful nights with the world asleep.
But the sweetness fades, gives way to pestilence. Your poison cloud is out on full display. The anger in your voice cuts the quiet, melts the snow to give way to the asphalt.
You wrap your arms around me. But all I feel is a lie. I close my eyes, and when they reopen, I accept the hug, because it's not coming from you: it's coming from me. And I notice the snow again, and those fluffy flakes falling.
And then, a long sigh escapes me, and I hope we can stay here a little longer, within the dream.
- m.j.m
