You touch,
We
I
you look away
freeze,
sit iilent,
growing
cold.
Your words are chilled a I
little
more each
don't offer a hand to hold.
Heavy snow, white
my
suffocates
as
Do you care? We're
we have
your face
heart. in
the wrong place,
fallen apart.
Crystallized, this love has biting, freezing,
raw-
Too cold for pain,
Let go so
I
become
my
heart
is
numb
can thaw.
-
Laura Rumiey
day,