sometimes I notice that the snow falls comparably to how I do
and lands with the intention of staying awhile
so I stare in awe at the crystals of ice glistening
over a blank sheet of perfection
and maybe that's how you see me
but i'm freezing
i can't give you warmth and comfort
but that doesn't stop you
from laying down and making snow angels
that watch over me and make sure that
I won't be cold for much longer