Always It Is Snowing In My Heart

Here, it is
snowing

in my heart

great big flakes of remembrance

your laughter
like lace

traced upon
a midnight

fragile as the memory
(that it is)

I hold you still
in this moment

you are
so

alive

unwilling to let
the moment

die

always you are laughing
somewhere in my heart

your frosted laughter
so alive

always it is snowing
somewhere in my heart

where your death
cannot touch you.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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