when i look up at night
begging the stars to take me to them,
you tell me not yet,
hang on a little longer

but what to?
the ice is starting to crack,
the bitingly cold water below me
makes the blood in my veins stop coursing

soon i will be submerged.
any remaining heat left in me
will be stolen from my body,
the way dusk steals the daylight from the sky

you tell me to hang on,
but what if there’s nothing to hang on to?