where snow is falling

life hurts.
and sometimes, when life hurts,
you walk out of the hospital, where snow is falling,
and drive across town, where snow still falls
and life still hurts.
you lie down on an empty apartment floor,
where the paint is fresh.
and outside, snow falls upon the nativity at the church across the way.
bare branches sway.
cars roll by, sidewalks fill with footprints.
we walk together, side by side, hand in hand.
we leave our marks, and life hurts.