Snow Angel

I feel the wetness upon my cheeks
trailing down. Displayed in patchwork

squares, three by three's. A testament
of heartwarming memories. The joy shared

beneath covers like snow, white and soft.
Mountains moved in, pulled over the edge

to a final glimpse of heaven on earth. His arms
caught up in the trees ice cycle branches.

Limbing out to pull this vision, his snowangel
closer. A quick peck. A kiss, to loom over

long into the distant future. Where hell is paved
in sheets of ice, covered with his memory.