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.