Snow-globe

4–2–16

His lips tasted like forever
A kind of endless night
Where stale cigarettes burned in silence
And pizza boxes held our beer.
The way he laughed from deep inside,
Or how he shook my hand
A gentleman, a foreign soul,
A Snow-globe from a distant land.
Two boys in unknown waters
Learning how to swim
In snowflakes that won’t melt with time
But maybe that’s just him.