Watching the Snow Go By

Watching the snow go by,

Each flake a lost moment in the abyss of the new normal,

Some of them wet as tears,

Some of them fluffy as warm memories,

The sky full of them, and bright as the fading light

of broken possibilities.

Reach for them, and they will linger in your hands

no longer than hope.

Reach for them, and commit yourself

to an eternity of reaching

for what can never be recaptured.

Let them be, and see them land upon your skin,

whole and warm but for a fleeting moment,

before they melt away, as wet as tears.

Smile, as they caress your lashes,

and remind you of a simpler time,

when you knew only how to feel the snow,

and not to watch the snow go by.