hello snow

i pray to thee sensational that the snow would remain
my screen stays dim, my eyes dilate, the steam hangs heavy
optimism comes in swings, in between the heavy drapes of sadness
night clings to the last vestiges of those still lucky enough to be dreaming
there are no expectations here, and time’s cloak inches along surreptitiously
just for now, i think
the pendulum of here and there
hides me, us, from the world’s bully, perceptions of who we ought to be
and we, fearful, but calm, move delicately around obstacles
to keep standards from thinking we are alive

calligraphy letters arrive
proud puffs of beautiful poison
softly trickling down the horizon
i’m afraid i’ll blink too long, may miss
an elaborate curl, or a comforting comma
but i know, as it fades, so does the memory

oh well
oh well
oh well

i sent him an explanation one time
‘course, by some stroke of strange luck
he never saw it, though it was in his hand
i saw the way it turned into an unread accident
one day he may see it, and all meaning will be lost
it’s already becoming autumnal, falling from my heart

becoming foreign

that was then, this is now

“Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.”
-Haruki Murakami
Kafka on the Shore

“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
-Haruki Murakami

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