first snowfall

it’s a blanket of white
pulled down over the day.
the innocence of flakes
covering up all my
misdeeds. it’s beautiful
and lonely, like when
I told you I loved you
and you went off
to work without
another word.

good night
and good day, sir.

Published by

R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s