Sitting In The Snow

Sitting in the snow, thinking of you,

Watching the soft flakes falling,

Still thinking of you.

Soft White Icy flakes, hit the ground

Without making a single sound.

Yet still;

I'm thinking of you.

My memory trapped in the twinkling

Falling icicles, remind me of times

gone by.

Still thinking of you.

Remembering that cold white snowy night,

When you covered me in the warmth

of your touch.

Still, I'm thinking of you.

All these years have passed by

without you, and only tears

I now cry, into the cold depths

of a silent white blanket.

And my tears;

Still think of you.

Thank you for reading my poem. This is a poem that is not supposed to rhyme or be written in any order. This is a poem written about snow that reminds me of a friend who looked after me in the 90s when I was forced to sleep on the streets in the snow. I was cold and scared, and also vulnerable at the time, and that friend showed me comfort, hope, courage, friendship, and love. My poem is an expression of how sitting in the snow brings back memories and makes me cry, thinking about him. Hence; it doesn't rhyme or have a certain order, it only echoes my constant reminder of him, snow.

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