Snow

is never all white is it
always white and or white with or white, but
so I guess thats true
that you 
will be as white as snow after me
flecks of me will mar your pearly scapes 
and I will stain the top layer of you and force you to scrape yourself clean
I'm sorry for that, sorry for you
sorry for hands that guided you curved instead of straight
please
fix yourself without my help 
I'm afraid to touch something so fragile, I've always been sorty clumsy
but I hope you get there, I really do
I hope I see you across highways     and in stores between aisles
 and from few and afar and someday somehow
and you will be as white as snow
and I will see myself in you
and wonder what I've done