• The early morning sky vanquishes my darkest of shadows,
    leaving me empty of feeling.

    Where has our love gone?

    Down the river with the melted snow,
    winding down a narrow creek,
    the only traces of our love left in the frozen sleet.

    Was it my fault?


    Spring in bloom,
    chirping birds and cloudless days,
    in a haze, we're standing on
    the last piece of ice.
    Wondering what could've been.

    Was it the change of weather?


    That took us by surprise
    when the crunch of snow left our feet,
    looking somberly at the green fields reflected in our eyes?

    Or that we lost our love in the bitter winter storms?


    Wind blowing against my bones,
    words that have been repeated time and time again
    I fall to my knees
    wishing I had stayed inside.

    With nothing else to say.

    With nothing else to feel
    but the truth of the sun shining down on us
    realization that we left out love in that last doomed snowflake.

    We wait


    For it to hit the ground,
    smashing into the lukewarm dirt
    melting into nothing but water
    evaporating to air

    We wait


    For winter to die.
    So that we can be released from the icy prison we made for ourselves


    Back when we were young



    Back when it was cold.