Warm Snow

Life.
New.
Pure.
Like the first snow of Winter.
But with Winter comes
Decadence.
Destruction.
Death.
Each snowflake
like all the times we’ve
kissed.
But the kiss of cold-heat
is the last we share.
At first
it’s exciting!
Crisp!
Sharp!
Time passes,
and it melts.
Warm
like Tears
running down your face
leaving you
numb, not knowing,
what happened.