Snowtears

Snow is falling, all around me.
Children playing, having fun.
Couples kissing, laughing loud.

But what about the people,
Frowning in despair,
Sitting on the park bench,
With nothing but the air,
And the snowtears.
As the couple sit beside me,
Reminding me of what we used to be.

Should not snow be depressing?
Cold. Wet. White. Melting
On my face. Snowtears.
For most people,
Snow brings happiness.
But for me, it brings, fearfulness,
As the couple sit beside me,
Reminding me of what we used to be.

People wish it to snow.
To build snowmen,
To have snowball fights,
Or just to watch the snow fall.
I like snow to fall
On my face. Then melt. Snowtears.
As the couple sit beside me,
Reminding me of what we used to be.

The delicate flakes land on their faces.
I stand up and take a few paces,
Until I’m standing on his laces,
My laces. Cold. Wet. White.
Melt the tears on my face,
As she stands up and walks away,
Leaving the poor boy crying snow

Tears and memories of the couple that sat beside me,
Will never escape me,
Because the couple sat beside me,
Were what I used to be.

Snow is falling, all around me.
Children playing, having fun.
Couples kissing, laughing loud.
But what about me.
All I have is snowtears

This poem was submitted by Jamie Carpenter.