I miss how you loved snowflakes
and saying snow 'balls'!

I do not know
if any two snowflakes
are ever the same

But your joy was something -
so contagious

And in that joy
I found my fun side again

I found the part of me
I had been missing

While pissing my life away
on things that would never be

So instead of pursuing
my foolish ends

I sat down with you
and cut out those damn paper snowflakes

And we laughed together
And you were the friend I needed then.

Then you ended up in the paper that August.
You had made it to your party but you weren't at mine.

So instead of reading it; I made a snowflake.
I miss you.