Snow Angels

The stars are different colors tonight,

a breath away,

kaleidoscoping* in your eyes,

long enough that I've almost forgotten

what color they truly are.

❄️

It must be colder than I thought;

the snow has frozen mid-fall,

perfectly placed

as if this is Hallmark

and we are the stars.

❄️

And just like every Hallmark,

here is the moment

where your lips finally touch mine.

❄️

Now I think I've died.

You're here too, in this slice of heaven

and all we've left behind

are snow angels, grasping hands,

and a love the stars are jealous of.

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

*Kaleidoscoping is not a real word, which is such a shame.