Did no one see me? You never know.
Look at other stuff, like snow.
When its falling through the air
you can see the flakes right there.
But when flakes land upon the ground
they disappear: an icy mound.
Who can believe in what they see?
How can I prove that I am me?
In all those years that passed on by
Wasn’t I lit up by the sky?
If I wasn’t, tell me why.
Oh, that is why the light is there:
“This is a snowflake, that is Claire” –
No copies of either: anywhere