I watched the snow fall this morning,
As I sipped the coffee
I thought I would never taste.
Through the window,
The white flakes fell heavy,
Like the rising cream in my cup.
And I thought to myself –
"A moment I would've once killed to have"
"Has just become what I'd die for to keep"
It was the most beautiful thing,
Even though my head was pounding,
Fighting off the kalendae migraine
From the night before —
A yearly tradition that has never been controlled,
By my own hands or devices.
Even through that pain, that second, was perfect.
Or so I thought,
Until I turned the corner.
Because right there on the desk,
The amaryllis I painstakingly planted,
With unconditional love and a tender hand
Had bloomed.
It stood strong and mighty,
It's petals a crystal white,
Like the swirling, coffee-cream flakes in the sky.
Tears filled my eyes,
Because that's when I knew,
That this,
Was perfection.
A perfectly, imperfect moment,
No different than the coffee, snow and, flowers
Of yesterday,
Yet somehow it was monumental all the same.
In-spite of my pain, I saw the beauty,
And with that beauty, I made room for the pain.
Then,
I thought to myself –
"A life I would've once killed for to leave"
"Has just become a life I'll live for to keep."
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
I watched the snow fall this morning,
As I sipped the coffee
I thought I would never taste.
Through the window,
The white flakes fell heavy,
Like the rising cream in my cup.
And I thought to myself –
"A moment I would've once killed to have"
"Has just become what I'd die for to keep"
It was the most beautiful thing,
Even though my head was pounding,
Fighting off the kalendae migraine
From the night before —
A yearly tradition that has never been controlled,
By my own hands or devices.
Even through that pain, that second, was perfect.
Or so I thought,
Until I turned the corner.
Because right there on the desk,
The amaryllis I painstakingly planted,
With unconditional love and a tender hand
Had bloomed.
It stood strong and mighty,
It's petals a crystal white,
Like the swirling, coffee-cream flakes in the sky.
Tears filled my eyes,
Because that's when I knew,
That this,
Was perfection.
A perfectly, imperfect moment,
No different than the coffee, snow and, flowers
Of yesterday,
Yet somehow it was monumental all the same.
In-spite of my pain, I saw the beauty,
And with that beauty, I made room for the pain.
Then,
I thought to myself –
"A life I would've once killed for to leave"
"Has just become a life I'll live for to keep."
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