Possibly One of the Happiest Days in My Life

"All of life is an act of letting go but what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."- Piscine Molitor Patel

And sometimes, goodbyes don't matter :) Only hellos. Only todays.



I smiled at the snow one day
and I realised that it smiled back at me,
all sparkly and glittery
under the full moon that inhabited the dark lit satin skies.
It was the not the middle of winter,
and quite not the start,
that wonder of the end of November
when tart apple pies weren't being baked just yet,
but families would huddle around recipes
written long long ago,
when grandfathers and grandmothers were
young and wrinkle free
and huddled by the fire sneaking glances
because holding hands was not allowed.
And I wondered as I passed by them,
the houses,  not the days of auld,
whether the history in them was the same history
across the world,
whether human life was the same whether on Jupiter or on earth,
and as I walked by a couple of homeless men
sitting under the tree,
catcalling for liquor, you see they just wanted to say hi,
I didn't let them try to do what they wanted, instead
rushed away,
and forgot all about the magic of the snow
as I glimpsed his face in that dirty truck,
waiting to pick me up
so that we could go break bread together.