To dare the glass to shatter,
who knows how deep it goes,
as every semi-shuffle puts more pressure on your toes,
through the arid air echoes an unforgiving crack,
and another small step forward lumps more weight upon your back.
But why break there instead of here,
perhaps I have a faulty ear,
I shouldn't have a thing to fear
unless it's an attack.
And then, you were there,
across the still malicious air,
though for me you didn't care,
as the ground beneath you lacked
sufficient ice to stay intact.
So again I take a toddler's footstep
towards the other side
of this never-ending landscape,
though in you I can confide
I doubt that we will ever share a second fireside,
so I bid you burn it brighter
and ignore the day I lied
about the other sound at sea,
not as benign the second time, as now it's under me.