Where do I begin, and where do I end?
I drift along
Like this snow
Outside my window
With no particular place
To land.
To settle.
Recklessly
Without concern
for the Damage
I may cause
I pile up on you
Make your knees buckle
Your roofs cave in
And I come crashing through
I will suffocate
All of the color you long for
You will slip upon me
Come.
Crashing.
Down.
You will forget about it
Until you bump
That yellowing bruise
on your thigh
Against the end- table
A slight reminder
That I hurt you
Without really meaning to
I drift along
Like this snow
Outside my window.
One day — I am all you see
the next day —
I have melted all away.
While that bruise you carry
still yellows— still hurts.
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