Arms resting on carrara, leaning
in to make you feel like it should
appreciated, and if I just could
tell you but my expressions lose meaning

when I speak instead of show, low
heartbeat, fast, surrounded by
the veil of whiteness, pretty, oh my,
this must be, with covering snow.

She does not respond to this
silent weight on the shoulders
weighing more than massive boulders
she doesn't know how much I miss

her grasps and hesitated touch
they're like a failing, neverending clutch