Your lifestyle may not suit mine.
Snow falls from the white sky.
“It doesn’t matter”, I spat. So the
Remainders of my lonely breath vanished.
*
I wonder if it’s snowing on your street,
Ah, now, right next to me.
*
“The snow is beautiful.” I love that you laugh.
“But it’s cold, isn’t it?” I love that you’re happy.
You were about to slip. As you grabbed for my hand
You said “Thank you.” I love that you’re joyful.
I love all these things about you.
*
I looked around to see most everything stained white.
The snow scattered. The memory of it may soon slip my mind.
I wrote up an email to you about the surprising amount of snow
But put my phone away without having sent it.
*
I’m the type that people gravitate towards: strong and kind.
I wonder if you could ever be like that too.
*
“The snow is beautiful.” I love that you laugh.
The question has risen. My heart is pained
And I don’t know who to give it to, or where to dispose of it.
I’m just shivering, looking at the same scenery
That you see.
*
When I think about it, every film,
Every novel, every song,
Stars a heroine, and you align with every single one.
There are far-away places I’d like to go, with starry nights I’d like to see,
And when I arrive, I always pretend that it’s you beside me,
*
Even in these familiar streets.
God, I’m such an idiot.
*
“The snow is beautiful.” I love that you laugh.
“But it’s cold, isn’t it?” I love that you’re happy.
You were about to slip. As you grabbed for my hand
You said “Thank you.” I love that you’re joyful.
I love absolutely everything about you.