Every “I Love You” is a snowflake,
precious, never delivered by mistake.
At the first sign of yours, I’ve cancelled all my heartbeats,
but rather than staying inside, staying safe, my heartbeats have run out the door
Infinity in the tiny things, to be taken in at once,
savored, and yet never fully comprehended.
One may not stick, one may be blown by the wind, one melted by the still warm pavement
But continue a life-long flurry and the world transforms