If you had one wish.
What would it be?
Mine was to see snow.
One last time.
My wish was granted.
Yesterday.
I know.
That there isn't enough time.
To make a new one.
But that's okay.
Cry a river.
Build a bridge.
Get over it.
Right?
But if I could.
Have another wish.
It would be.
That every time you see.
The first snowfall.
Of each year.
You would look up.
And smile.
And remember me.
YOU ARE READING
They made me write something here
PoetryBoxes and keys. That's all life is. But you must look hard. To know the difference. Between a chain. And a pair of wings.
