White
Snow flakes plummeting,
Fat with frozen water,
Mingle on your face,
With tears and blood
And human brains.
You stretch your hand.
There's a strand of hair
Across his eyes,
You must tuck it back,
Around his right ear,
To see him.
He's not there anymore.
You're sure. He left you.
Yet he'd promised not to.
He left you,
To gather all the pieces,
Bones, brains and skin,
And make him whole
Again.
(c) Laura Laurentiu, March 2007