Lightly Frosted Please

You laugh and it snows.
I try to cry sometimes but it comes out like little gasps.
And you roar with laughter.
I stretch out my hands to throw a snowball and they coil in frost bitten terror.
You aim well.
I brush back pieces of my wig,
wondering how ice melts on these things.
You don't ever have to know,
that I was your friend first.
With greetings and new days,
come the most predictable of goodbyes.
Didn't a great man once say,
each new day brings us one day closer to our death.
Didn't I say something?
oh yes...
I always say something.
Well here's to the first of many snows,
and the friendships of teenagers.