Silver icicles gleam.... scattered in the snow
   like the kind you had on your Christmas tree when you were a kid

what happened last night

she left with him

Valentines wrapping paper in shreds

       I step barefoot out on the balcony
                               in the frigid morning

I light a smoke and do a shot to clear my head

and then I remember a note she gave me...…

      "sometimes if I listen close I can hear your eyelashes curl when you sleep"

R.A. Ries (c) 1994