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The weightless snow falls constant like our sorrow

All of our regrets, our mistakes—loss

Melancholy shades of isolated ice

Substance frozen in time reminding us of the moments

Lost to innocence and to the purity

Gone before we knew what had happened

Only to realize in retrospect that we are alone

In our tired state of burden

The snow is white but it is charred with our regret

It is a secret we keep

Unalarming in its sound but loud in its truth

The snow cries like our grief

Decision by decision falling in slow motion

Light until recognized by the heaviness of our memory