a snowflake's past
he said to her:
the way you put on your make-up,
it reminds me of the way we used to break up,
soft but sweet.
never too much, just right for me.
then i knew, i could understand
where this man was coming from and why she acted like she did.
he came home with scratch marks on his neck and tears imprinted on his cheeks.
she had beat him again.
"stay the fuck away from our son!"
he had to go to atlanta
sleep it off.
with the snow piling up, there was nothing i could say.
i'd drawn a blank.
"all i could do is tell him whats true"
i could see into each snowflake's past.