| Snow Sky Pining Big, fat flakes of sharply white snow fall softly from a gray sky and onto a blackened wet street through frosty brown branches, and all I can think is that I'll miss you, even though it's just for a week that I won't see your lovely face, though a mop of floppy black hair is burned into my faithful memory, along with mocha eyes framed by dark lashes. just hold me and tell me that you'll long for me, too, and that I'm not wasting my time, pining for you, because you're pining for me, too. tell me, love that the teeth- marks on my green pen are not wasted, that my nervous hand- wringing is fully excused. just tell me, ebony, that it's exactly the same for you. love poems anonymous |