First snow

This is dedicated to a friend that died of cancer when I was in high school. It happened just before winter and he always talked how he wanted to see the first snow again. It snowed on his funeral.

I could smell the snow in your hair before you said you were leaving

four months can be a long time to some and a moment to me

Your hollow cheeks had pain written all over them as you smiled

and my chest collapsed from outside in-inside out-right to left

I convinced myself it was temporary as morphine dripped in you

and listened to you wishing to catch first snowflakes with your tongue

just one last f*****g time

 

I could smell the snow in the air on the day you were gone

From the start you were right, you left

and I had to stay to catch the first snowflakes again and again