Specks and specks and specks and specks and specks of white crystalline angels drift gently from the heavens with nowhere to go. Pure as gold. Leaching my emotions from my veins into something more real and tangible, into a melting pool of holy tears.
It sings ever so softy (if you paid attention) the words that my parched lips cannot say. I love you.
Again and again it’ll keep whispering it in torrential snow storms, pummeling down onto the earth.
Again and again it’ll melt and disintegrate away faster than a glimpse.
But maybe, sometimes, it’ll fall at the right time at the right place, right onto my palm and yours, only for a split second, and maybe, sometimes, hopefully, I/you will notice it before it disappears.