I look back on  minutes that
drag on- and yet months
have seemed to escape.

Clawing hands of time, I beg
for those moments
back in mine.

I have searched for every last
bit of warmth I could find,
groping the bed for some
tangible piece of this
disaster you left.

Every breath of cold stings just
to remind me that I am alive.

The sun warms my face
the cold splits my skin into
shards that fall to the ground
and effortlessly blend in
with the glinting snow that
has been wintry blanket over
the nuances of my soul.

There isn't a single word to
be said- the silent struggle will never
be heard by deaf, unappreciative ears.

Every passionate heat I’ve ever known,
killed by ice you left coursing through my organs.
If you’d even look my way-
you could watch my vibrant blue veins
running up and down my skin coated skeleton.




Time lingers on and
words are always left unsaid.
I distract myself with
the coming of seasons,
but I cannot part with warm
memories of our time.

My muscles once swam so graceful under
my skin, but now they are rigid and
stiff with the winter’s freeze.

I haven’t closed my eyes to you just yet.
I could still see all of the things
that I should have said floating to
the ground between us. Silent flurries
of words built up behind my eyelids,
I refused to let them melt and
well out as tears.

I couldn't let you get to me like that.