sunrise skies, blue and hard as enamel,
held in place with power cable nets
pressing down like separation
holding in place my mood
as a fish frozen hard in ice

mornings with no kisses are brittle and sharp
with no hugs are cold and mineral
with no words are harsh and cutting
with no you are winter crystalised

as I walk where we walked
the imprint of your gloved hand
develops from memory like a photograph
my feet find the cadence of your footsteps
and I am warmed by togetherness like a stove

the taste of Valentines sweet on my lips
but not as sweet as your kisses

like this
your imprint in my life
footsteps in the damp sand
fills
with the incoming tide of days