Shoot it if it rhymes

REMINDER

Did you ever know
there’s a handful of snow
with my name etched on the verge?

Did you know the gale that filled your raincoat had a mouthful of my breath?

Did you see my eyes glint
in the puddle
that splashed mud under your step?

Could you, my friend, lift your tongue
to the hail that raced
with my pulse?

Did you, but once, feel the sweat
from the lone ray that signals my lust?

Did you ever touch the sand
warm with my last regret?

Move gently on, close your eyes. Death has my name on its lips.