SoulReserve

With or without you.

The falling snowflakes,
melt
leaving traces,
and an essence of winter, behind;
That is all I shall ever have of you.
A handful of molten snowflakes,
clear water
dripping through my palms,
like your hands
that slipped through.

© SoulReserve 2016

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