Avalanche
And if the powder never ceases to drop like flakes from the tip of a hypothetical iceberg,
I won’t forget those long summer days.
If the leaves all fall from their posts and are covered in a maliciously sweet blanket,
I won’t forget the three never-ending moments.
If the tears of a thousand little girls are swept away in a softly strewn blizzard,
I won’t forget what it was like when you laughed.
If the songbirds still flee from the white raven’s call as they have for so very long,
I won’t forget how your ocean-eyes sank.
If the children all flock to the land on the other side of the glass,
I won’t forget the times you stayed (inside) with me.
If the tree branches thin and crack with un-age and instead collapse from their burdens,
I won’t forget how you snapped me
right in two.