Snow Day

I can’t believe I am doing this.
I flick my fingers across the top and pick up a few wisps.

My tongue prickles.
Not numb, just prickly as if my taste buds had turned in to goosebumps.

A few more bounds and I am back to the poorly shoveled walk.

Starting up the stairs again, I wonder how much I will miss this place, these people.

I have wanted to move on and leave my memories of him here
And at the same time I am afraid that when I do part of him will be lost forever.

I’m sorry it had to end this way.

I press my tongue to the top of my mouth melting the last few crystals.