Song to Melt the Snow

I want to see the grass beneath the snow. I want to see the trees all in straight rows.

I want to see you sitting on my bed without thousands of whispers mounting in my head.

I want to make you think I’ve gone somewhere else, somewhere different than any one of us has been before.

I want to go there now, but what of you can I take with me?

Some of your hair? Oh god, how creepy.

I’m a writer I suppose your words will be enough.

I hope you don’t mind or miss them.

I’m sure they’ll find their way back to you.

Until then I’m taking them into heaven

and it’s a tight squeeze for those naïve enough,

but I plan on following the kiss,

singingly into the honest end of Winter,

where everything will come bouncing back to me.

Except you. I think I’m okay with where you are.