Spring Snow

Snowing on the first day of Spring, you drive to work reciting your list of new priorities. Life is so much bigger than her, you tell yourself.

She affects you like the blowing wind affects you, that's all. She's only passing,  just like everything else. Here and gone. There's no difference. Do the breathing exercise and think of that.

 I stand here as you blow past on your way to wherever you must. I trace you with my finger tips, breathe you,  feel you in so many colors and sensations, until you've passed completely, leaving the silent snow swirling and me looking after.