Snowhite Flake ❄️ Poem by Sandra Black

Every morning
Over cups of iced coffee
Or in the tub
They meet hidden
And tears they bring
To my eyes unbidden

Secret identities
Multiple names
Just few of their games
Lunch dates
Silly updates
Secret meetings
Trysts with fate

Do you take me
To be a flake?
At night he wakes
At the crack of dawn
Chat her up
And tear her gown

While all along
I light a candle
Hope against hope
To end their tattle
& freeze alone