Snow Never Felt So Good

She walks down the stairs

Then back up

She has a knot in her side

As her heart race picks up

She wonders why she feels the need to

This must be what men feel when they do what they do

With a sudden burst of gumption

She walks to his door and says, “hey”

He was sitting at this desk with oval glasses,

And she loses all she was going to say.

Before he can respond she replies

That she will be gone on Wednesday.

Why.

Why.

Why.

She turns to leave and she feels the

Warmth rising to her face

She runs down the stairs to remove herself

From the smell of apples in his place

It’s spring outside but there is frost in the air

And as it touches her cheeks she thinks to herself,

“snow never felt so good.”