She sits on the roof,
sweatshirt-covered arms
wrapped around her legs
because his arms
were no longer
wrapped around her.
She watches the stars
and sticks out her tongue;
she's catching snowflakes
as her body shakes
in the freezing cold.
She closes her eyes
and takes a deep breath,
spreads her arms and legs out wide
like she's making a snow angel.
They say she's a dreamer,
and they were right;
but she was dreaming of
they day she'd find
the courage to die;
now she's a snow angel.