I thought it was snow
Because the streets were covered
The sky was hazy
And I was told to stay inside.
But snow can never be so Grey
Snow can never be so scorching
Snow can never mean so much devastation.
It was light and fluffy
But it stained a dark Grey
A perpetual color
That filled my days.
I was too young to know you,
But everyone else knew you.
I was too old to forget,
But everyone else forgot.
Your face is a shadow
Swirling in Periwinkle
Winking in Indigo.
You wear a dark Maroon shirt
Sometimes it’s Amaranth.
I bet you had soft hands
And made me breakfast every morning.
You probably picked out my clothes
And brushed my hair.
It was September.
We still had to find costumes,
And cook a turkey with potatoes.
I’m sure you were already thinking about Christmas gifts.
We would make ginger bread cookies.
There would have been lots of pictures
And tinsel
And White Snow.
You must have worked late all the time
With that same Russet briefcase
To make ends meet.
Maybe it was fate.
Maybe it was luck.
Who really knows why?
But that day you worked in one of those buildings
And then you were gone
Everyone has stories
But I have none.
It’s only the ash I remember
In the days after.
Spiraling through the sky
Tangling into my hair
Streaking my fingers Black
As I searched for you
