From Falling Flakes

you’ve missed the beauty

(snow we’ve waited all year for)

(your silence kills it)

with feathery flakes

never wanting to falter

i weaved my way down

you didn’t see me

your eyes too fixed on the phone

that you came to save

if i had left you?

phone in bed, no parents, free?

what would you see then?

the tears blinding views,

the white-knuckle drive danger,

all swallowed by me?

or just the drug-screen

stealing you from falling flakes,

from an active life?

i will never know

because you won’t talk to me

above silent snow

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