Just smile for me
and I'll wipe the
snowflake (tear)
from your cheek
and kiss your lips
which still taste like plums
even though the days
when we would melt
(into each other)
have passed and the leaves
have all fallen from the trees
(like me from you)
some children
are making snowmen
and throwing snowballs

you were always
the quiet one
trying to make the
perfect snow angel
and I was always
the one pelting kids
with icicles
and you never ran
away from me
you made the icicle
into a nose and smiled
Perfect you said
and you took my hand
for once I had
made something
instead of breaking them


but now I'm back to
ruining things
and stomping on your
(precious) heart
because I don't (won't)
love you anymore