A summer's snowstorm

Things got messy that night-
the sticky stuff dried hard
and the room went blue.
I was still stuck on your breath
when I heard you whisper
this has nothing to do
with what happened before.

Do not be afraid to lose
what is not for anyone
to take away from you.
Even when strong winds
threaten to pull you away
you can cling to the chimney
until calmer times return.

You're so alive and everywhere,
never far from my side-
and even when you must go
I know you never leave me.