Phases of Io
Life of a snowflake
Wouldn't you like the life
of a snowflake?
Created so quickly and
its fate ideally unknown.
It falls to the earth amongst
millions of others -
never going to see any sort of
fame or fortune.
Yet the snowflake continues
on - towards its resting
place -
maybe hoping for some wind
to give it new surroundings.
It may not even realize its
full value -
or any amount of animosity
hurled towards it -
It continues on its plight -
unshifted, unaware.
fight for love (or acceptance)
i look out the window -
disenchanted by a love
that i thought i had found -
lost in my own self pity
(i can't even bear to look
him in the eyes)
i can't even contemplate
leaving him...
he tries to smooth over that
which is not right -
all the more i feel space
that is separating us.
he doesn't even listen to
my pettiest concerns.
we're so different that
i had to get my own side
of the pizza we ordered.
Why can't he just care?
Written 12/23/2000 for a girl on a date at Mystic Pizza