Snow Angel Poem by Aaron Graham

Snow Angel



I saw your image in the melting snow
Before you were born.
Before I was born.

And though you don't like the verse of melancholy poets
or the cries of colic children

the way I am
the way I was

I was and am dying
Before you were born
Before I was born.

The painkillers take everything

Except the disaffection.

Thursday, February 7, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
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