You Are The Snow.

It’s you, isn’t it? I knew it! You’re the snow!
Today was the first time I felt you since the doctors dealt that final blow.

There was something so warming about the frozen flakes that kissed my face.
Those familiar flutters of you, before you left this barren space.

An infantile urge forced me to the icy ground. We played together and I made a snow angel, just so I could swaddle you all around.

It starts to sting a little though, when you spend too long in the snow.
I remembered that feeling too. That bitter, numbing pain that comes with this season of missing you.

I guess that’s why it doesn’t snow every day,
Because it hurts too much to be reminded of the fact you couldn’t stay.

“When will I feel you again?” I worry. Check the forecast. Quick, hurry!
Now that I know it’s you, promises of sunny spells and brighter days ahead are words I dread.

As I sit and watch your white magic melt through the window, I try not to dwell on how unfair it all seems,
Then I smile a little as I remember, it’s always snowing in my dreams.