Writing

I feel like I’m losing

Who I am;

I feel like she’s slipping away from me, one

Comment at a time, one

Heartless joke, one

Unmeant, 

the frost on the window

spreads like wings on a bird

my hand cools

as the warmth melts the fog away

the rare gift of marks

if anything

marks aren't made enough

at least not for good

i draw

This is a retelling of a short story I wrote in 2023 for a blizzard challenge prompt! 
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I’ve only seen the snow once in my life, when we took a family trip to Lake Tahoe.

Duet

starting together ending together

weaving around each other's sound

adapting tuning

instinctively fitting into the tone

the way we want to do this

the contrast

played so perfectly