The Snowman


For my friend Liam

Standing between pews,
by unfamiliar pillars,
I peel back
a late night conversation
we had
about snow;

the way flakes
soften and yield
the moment they rest
upon warm flesh
leaving only a moist remnant
of their tender brush.

Three years on
I cradle
crystal memories of you
in frozen hands,
while you, pristine
in your chocolate swirled youth
into a starless October night.


Filed under Free Verse, Poetry

3 responses to “The Snowman

  1. This is a wonderful piece. It sent me on an emotional ride.

  2. speranza6162

    Gorgeous and heartbreaking.

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