Snow settles on his arm, and he watches it melt.

Could he have saved her?

He sees the falling snow, and wants to save it…

Treasure it forever.

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Watching as they smile from a distance

Emotions peek out from unclosed eyes

And he asks himself, "Am I not blind?"

Love is lost, love was sweet,

Love was not forgotten.

Molten eyes that seek the truth

As he sees them fall together,

Leaving her alone.

She is the snow.

Hated by many,

Cold,

Pathetic.

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Lingering snow lands on his finger tips…

And he lets it melt.