not snow

a handful
of snow falls from
your eyes.
not rain,
or tears, but a frozen
mix
of cold regret
and sorrow
that has finally
found it's
way out
of your weather
congested
heart. it's closer
to sleet
than snow.
snow is too soft
too sentimental
of a word,
too easy to mistake
what we thought was love
for this poem.