It’s a winter’s day
And the cold bites harder
Than his words
You wonder what made you
As fragile as the ice
Beneath your feet
As you, too, crack
Under the pressure
Break, when you’re
Stepped on
You try to make a snowball
With your calloused hands
But they’ve been through
Too many fights
And weapons can’t hold
Such delicate things
So you can only watch
As the water slips through
Your trembling fingers
Just as his love slips out
Of your troubled mind