All duveted in grey, white and black
And felt the snow land on my cheeks
Like couples barely making it back.
And no one saw the single flake
That I picked out, pirouetting round.
I thought of you, and slowed it down.
There were slips and fallings
There were feints and pausings.
As bedsheet on bedsheet fell to ground.
I watched it the whole way - I froze.
It landed on my collar and melted
precisely as planned.
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