Snowflakes fall one by one.
Frozen tears of midnight skies.
Silently lingering on sidewalks,
waiting for each passer by.
Their short lives whisper in cold agony
silently living a short memory.
The memory of falling in silent dreams,
becoming one and growing thin.
Softly like a father rocking in streams
of glitter intentions and faded attentions.
But there is that lucky flake.
That single flake with its single short lived memory.
The memory of a boy.
A boy who kissed the snow.
A simple kiss.
A gentle kiss on the nose.
A kiss lost in a memory
Of lost snow.
