I sit on the bench,
Floated--

Diminished in royal blue.
Sky, some window of sorts.

A wall to look through.
Growing closer and closer,

Something  to know,
Certainly before breaking--

My noes, a clean cut slab.
A *** of peach.

Cold broke the ice.
That grabbed me close,

And held me tight.
In some darkness.

In some night.
Where it's alright.

In holding myself.
The dark blue sky is so bright.

It knocks me out.
With no one in sight.