Snowfall

When you rested your head upon the angel-feathered pillow for the last time, I wonder what final dream you desired.

The eternal end, gently blanketing this body like swaying snow.

Flakes falling from the glacial eyes of God;

Will you watch your life replay like film reels or fragmented ripples in still waters,

Casting aside the reflection just to feel some degree of rhythm.

Or will nightmares remind you of buried regrets,

Hidden underneath,

An icy sheet of sorrow.

As the twilight formed over the frozen lake where you once lived,

I allowed these crystals to cascade down my puffed cheeks

Sending a thousand sweet sheep through the slit of your hospital window.

My snow angel, I hope your rest is well.

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