And so we spoke...

We sat on an icy green bench
Misty claws at our lips

Yes, we spoke

Pedestrians passed us by
A glance here and there
At our steaming conversation in this icy seclusion

We spoke

Long and hard
About all that had broken us
Everything they have ever said to us
To destroy and decapitate our effervescent souls

We spoke for much longer

I told you quietly
Softly
That there is a pit inside me
Drenched in void and emptiness
A pit filled with no passion
Loss
Pain
Envy
A broken heart

We spoke...

I told you how...
I never knew Writer's Block
Or perhaps a Passion Block
Could last so long...
Three years in fact

We spoke...
And finally you stopped me.

You spoke

And you told me to ignite it

And I begged...
I pleaded

"How?"

You told me to get a blank page
And write
Write the biggest load of nonsense
Write because you can
Write and ignite that fire again
Write with passion
Write about darkness, envy, betrayal
Every emotion that has ever crossed your mind
But ******, girl... Write!

And flames drew up inside my heart
My silent ember sang again
There was warmth in this icy cold
Enveloping us

Oh...
How we spoke
That evening...
An icy evening...
Just you and I.