You wouldn’t think you’d miss the
snow, but…
One day you’re on a beach
After being on a beach
Many, many days in a row
And a cool breeze—not even cool, but
cold
Runs across your back
You turn over
To see if maybe somebody was being
funny
Blowing on you
Trying to get you to shiver
And there’s nobody there
There’s nobody anywhere—on the beach
And next to the sketchbook you
brought with you
The letter
Permitting your return
Then you notice something on the
letter
A snowflake
A real one—not paper
Not some simple arts and crafts
project
Snow
You touch it
And it disappears instantly
It melts as soon as your finger
reaches it
As it was never there in the first
place
The only proof of its existence
Resting in the little water marks
On your letter
You think to yourself
I miss the snow…sometimes
You think that you won’t
But…you do
You do miss it
You miss all sorts of things
You didn’t think you’d miss
You kissed me
And I disappeared
I melted
But did I leave anything behind?
Did I make an impression?
Did I mark you in any way?
I guess I would have had to stick
around
To find out
Like being at your own funeral
Seeing the way you worked your way
Into someone’s heart
And like that snowflake
Wondering, how you ever got there
In the first place
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