Snowflake

His shoulders fall forward,

His nose scrunches up,

He grabs at the neck of his shirt,

To adjust side-to-side,

It's a tick that he'd hide

If he knew that I knew of this quirk.

You can hate someone deeply,

A fire can rage when you think

Of what they have done,

But a single snowflake

Will land on the flame

With a look at who he once was.