It’s snowing outside.
I remember the cracking sound of snow under my boot
I can feel the white fluffy snow cave under the weight of my foot
And I concentrate on it as I walk away from the hospital for the last time.
I don’t like snow.
It’s just over a year now and I still stay up at night.
I don’t like remembering the love and support because as a memory
I feel grief and pain instead of warmth and remedy.
I should like snow.
After all, it’s beautiful and we used to always ask god for it to snow on christmas day
But god isn’t here right now as I stay up another night because I feel lonely
And it’s not christmas day and it will never again be christmas day.
I will never like snow again.
It’s snowing outside and I remember the cracking of snow as the faceless men
Lowered her coffin a little too roughly, I think
I can feel the small shake as the coffin hit the bottom of the pit
And I concentrate on it as I walk away from where all of my love is getting covered in dirt
Shovel by shovel of dirt and snow.
I don’t like snow.
And I will never like snow again.
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