A Poem: Falling Snow

Falling snow reminds me of you…

Which is weird,

Because I don’t think we ever saw it together.

There was that time,

In North Carolina,

Driving through the mountains,

Early in the morning,

When we saw all that snow,

Tucked into the valley,

Turning the autumn leaves to white,

And, being the Southern boys we were,

Made mom pull over

So we could play

In what amounted to a light frosting

Like it was a blizzard.

You remember.

Or when we spent that long, frigid night

Outside the Dome,

Camping for tickets

To a show I never made it to,

Watching the temperature drop,

Lower, lower, down past zero,

On the big billboard down the street,

As we huddled with the other fools,

Beneath the blanket of that girl,

The one who thought she was a vampire.

You remember.

We saw it fallen,

Felt the cold,

But never saw it fall.

Until that night…

A year after,

When I sat at home,

Alone, save for a voice on the phone,

Standing at my open door,

Looking into the sky,

Still wandering, lost,

In the twisting agony

Of your passing.

Then the snow…

A few tiny flakes,

Catching the light

In the too dark sky,

Hardly anything,

But enough.

I remember.