It doesn’t really.
It’s always some small storm in February;
Everyone rejoices and puts away all the winter things.
Then March comes around,
And everyone remembers why they hate snow so much.
When the last snow falls,
I’m reminded of the end of the year.
The end of the school year.
My last school year.
When the last snow falls,
I’m reminded of all my friends.
Of all the people I used to know.
Of all the people that I sat with at lunch,
Or had some random class with,
And somehow spun nothing into something.
When the last snow falls,
And when it isn’t actually the last snow,
I’m reminded that I’m not really losing these people.
Or that I’m only losing some of them.
That I’ll stay in touch with the best of friends,
That I’ll stay in touch with the people that I ought to keep in my life.
When the last snow falls,
I’m reminded that we still have the summer.
We still have so much time together
That we have so much time before college
Before jobs
Before we get swallowed by life.
I’m reminded that we’ll still have our moments in the sun
When the last snow falls.