The Snow Prince

 

 

My lover: the snow prince

 

In the winter,

after every fresh snowfall i wait for a tap on my window,

at 2am.

 

I leave my window cracked open, just in case.

And i read over everything I need to know about prince charming

 

He will be standing there, with an arm full of blankets and two backpacks.

He will greet me with a morning kiss,

and although his lips will be chapped and cold, I wont mind.

I will climb out of my first floor window, into the fresh winter morning.

So enraptured with adventure that i wont even feel the cold.

 

he will take my hand, and we will walk off into the serene woods,

telling stories of our childhood and secrets we have never told anyone else.

We will stop half way to the meadow,

to listen to the silence and take pictures of our auras with a my disposable camera.

 

He will tell me that I look beautiful and i will respond with a kiss,

and he will know the things i want to say, but cant.

Like how im so in love with him that i check the weather for snow forecasts,

during the summer.

 

Or how im afraid of growing old, and being unable to climb out of the window,

for our 2 am excursions to the meadow,

but most of all, how I'm afraid of dying.

 

He will tell me what I want to hear. That I'm not going to die anytime soon.

But he will know that the cancer in my body decides when I die,

and to say that im not going to die anytime soon might be lieing.

 

We will reach the meadow at a quarter til 3.

he will wrap me in blankets, and we will feast on strawberries and cornbread

until the sun comes up.

 

Sooner than I had hoped-

I am peering at the first light of dawn

through my bedroom window with slitted, sleepy eyes.

and a fever of 103. They tell me I was dreaming.

I just nod and check the weather for snow.