Snow in March

Head down,
I weave my way
through the slowly moving crowd.

I can't escape the flurry
of people, of snow, of my mind.

Gently snowflakes fall
on my moistened eyelashes;
I see the world
through a glistening lens.

Quiet reigns over the landscape,
silence muffles my heart.

Eyes averted
I see you moving toward me
and try not to catch your gaze.

Like the snow you won't let up,
won't let me look away.

Softly you speak my name
but I stand frozen,
my mind and body motionless.

There is no answer fitting
what I feel and what you deserve.

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