snowflakes and memories

if memories were like snowflakes

and we saw how fast they faded

maybe we'd forgive those past mistakes

and never keep our loved ones waiting

if forgiveness fell as freely as the snow

it would cover a multitude of sins

consuming the ugliness there,below

rebirth, to try again

if love was like the early frost

we'd learn to appreciate the goosebumps

we'd salvage what should not be lost

maneuvering the ebb and flow of movement

we’d let it filter into each crevice

filling it up, leaving it whole

we’d be better when they leave us

with memories imprinted on our souls