I really enjoyed sifting through this poem on paper in front of me, seeing the process of your writing it, enjoying the framing of the words, and then noticing the smaller words draped along the scallops of red pen. I like the technique of the footprints in the snow leading me from the past to the present. I like the sound of the crackling paper ice, the song never hummed or sung with you. The shed breath and lashes falling - magic.... Your words evoke so many feelings.