What a perfect little snowflake
None quite the same as he
Drifting about among the clouds
Never making it back to me
I stand and watch his every move
The direction I can't command
Stretching up with all I have
Hoping he'll touch my hand
Surrounded by so many now
They float on toward the ground
A spark of hope does jolt my heart
Will he make it this time around?
I feel the cold and hear a crunch
Some snow now at my feet
Just inches away, the wind picks up
And blows him out of reach
Panicked, I extend my arms
And grasp for just one touch
Vanished now among the fall
The emotions become too much
I fall down upon my knees
The cold a painful jab
Knowing that he's gone again
I miss what I almost had…
That perfect little snowflake...
None other quite like he
A life together upon this earth
It was just not meant to be...
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