And if you think,
I haven’t noticed-
The change in your voice,
Or the difference in your eyes-
When I am around,
You are mistaken.
We were like two stars,
Never Moving and Constantly burning out,
The possibility that we could fall at anytime.
And I’d like to blame it on a gust of wind-
As to why you left me here by myself.
I guess some things change,
And thats the worst part of all,
I was so certain that you and I-
We could save this place-
And save ourselves but-
I was mistaken.
Micro-photography of individual snowflakes by Alexey Kljatov