Lightest Snowfall

There is part of your memory now mixed in
with the lightest snowfall I have ever seen.
Driving slowly past your street listening to music
(not your favorite,
but I could never find any you didn't like.)
and wondering if everything that happened has blame to lay
at my feet or at yours.  I like to think we all break our own hearts.

If, if, if, if, if,
but the past changes everything.
Even when the power of your deep eyes over me,
your stories of things I never wanted to go through,
the mixxed up half truthes that fluttered around my head
in a time when I'd rather take a few shots of anything
then think too long on where I'd got to.

How can these singular snowflakes evoke
memories of us when we were a Summer love?
Everything I see is conected.