One of the first days of spring

contains snowflakes

darting downward

leaving streaks

through the charcoal sky

much like fireworks

on that fourth of july

I spent perched on

a strangers vehicle

with strangers by my side

with companion on my mind



and as they fall

I almost cry but stop-

The momentum of tears

can be altered

but those white streaks

get going and just

cant stop going

and I cannot go

like that-

I smile instead

I let these streaks

live inside my head

since everything deserves

to be remembered