Snowy Days
There are words swirling in my head.
Twisting and twirling
Drifting like the snowflakes
On the gusts outside.
There is a sense of melancholy
Wrapped in anticipation.
Pictures forming of what might have been
What could have been
Maybe even what should have been.
Fully formed for mere moments
Then eroded
The footsteps through the snow.
I look at my reflection and I see
I see what they see.
Just enough of you to wonder.
To remember and to wish
Memories that will flash and be captured
A perfectly formed snowflake
Caught on a sleeve
Melting into a drop of water.
Almost recognized, almost seen
Becoming some other thing.
Smiles, hugs
Laughter.
The day after.
Unable to hold on to those snapshots of yesterday.
I miss you the most on days after
When the wind blows
When others look at me
And look for you.
An ache of what we all lost.
That we had to give you back too soon.
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