The next time you see a snow globe,
I hope you think, I hope you remember me,
because I’m a snow globe, glass enclosed,
but I’m not as cold and solid as I appear to be.
Remember how fragile and breakable I am.
I pray you remember to hold me carefully
and to look pass my glassy surface,
find the secrets I keep hidden, in place.
Because I am a snow globe and I keep
inside me, magical white specks, tiny and small,
that dance and twirl at the slightest movement,
that darling when you shake, simply begins to fall.
Never talk about love again. 12:17 PM.
