Snow Flower

Do you remember that winter night?

Snow was falling by our window seat.
We sat with heads rested, feet curled,
as you strummed me a gentle song. 

You said, “I want tonight to last forever.”
And for morning to never arrive.
We knew this moment wouldn’t come again.
For we must return to our own lives. 

Like a flower blooming in the snow,
this was a fleeting moment shared with you.
A fragmented memory of a long ago winter.
Like a flower blooming in the snow,
this memory wilted away in the spring.
With only the faint scent of you remaining.

Do you remember that winter night?
We watched the fire crackle,
as we drank champagne by your window.
It was my first night, sleeping by a stranger. 

I said, “I won’t let you become a memory.”
Our fingers linked together, promised.
But handwritten letters and postcards,
faded away your smile. 

Like a flower blooming in the snow,
this was a fleeting moment shared with you.
A fragmented memory of a long ago winter.
Like a flower blooming in the snow,
this memory wilted away in the spring.
With only the faint scent of you remaining.