Coco

one should be grateful for every little thing whether it's a new person to meet or something to eat 

but there is something I want you all to know never take something for granted and so 

Sometimes there is so much to love 

that it hurts. 

Like a hole, waiting to be emptied as it's being filled. 

That preemptive pain; anticipation of loss. 

The sky cries

with rain.

The sky snows for every whispered secret

from under thick blankets

in the dark

for the kid in everyone

that finds joy

the sky hugs with snow.