it smells like its about to snow

its hard to write back

when it smells

like its about to snow

 

the scent of our could haves

and would haves heavy

like tea fumes in your room

 

masking post it notes

your memory mosaic

that we slept below

 

i’m afraid

to let the ink flow

beacuse tears would follow

 

i guess

 

i just want you to smell

the snow

beautiful and cold

 

The Blobbing Fish.