True Tears (Part 3) Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

I wanted to catch you,
I reached out my hand.
At that time,
Snow started to fall.

Such strange snow,
It was whiter than usual.
It was so bright,
That I closed my eyes.

At the moment,
I opened them,
Everything was glancing white,
And she was standing there.

While laughing and playing,
She didn't notice me.
It was like I'm invisible,
Transparent and not there.

I feel everything passing me by,
Like the white snow I didn't see.