It just died
When I was least expecting it
On a Saturday night
When I was gazing
At the snow-covered rooftops.

I just blinked it away.
So naturally
As if I had known all this time
That this was the key to it.

Then it started snowing again.
And it snowed until
You couldn’t tell which was which
A memory or a dream

I left the snow staring at me
And I turned my back.