Styrofoam

When I caught sight of you at first
From a distance, you were alone.
Alone and hard-edged
Solid, cool
Didn't know if you were snow
Or styrofoam.

The revered day's aspects--
  functions of time's exercise--
Fell about you
Broke and swirled off on wind
And when I set my foot upon you--
  friendly foot--to connect to friend;
  to apprivise--
You split apart in numerous fragments
  Shunning notions undiscussed

"What's another missed connection
But a workaday raindrop in the
  sighing sea?", I thought...

I like the snow.
But, nah--you're styrofoam.

 

(May 1, 2010)