Snow.
I froze Like a brick wall.
Look up. Was she crying?
So quiet. Silent ringing.
Next morning it was gone,
melted away. Thank God.
The way I said I'd hold you.
How the snowflakes fell on your hair.
Pinned there, alone
I finally cried
but still you're not with me.
It was so cold when I broke.
An incomprehensible pain;
more than my actions hurt you,
the pain of hurting you.
The night need say nothing;
the hush of snowfall, and above
all your absence, was deafening enough.
The sorrow of wanting to deserve you,
of my mistakes, of you, of still loving you.
The snow's whispered beauty.
Gentle, terrible reminders of grasping at memory
and feeling only the lack.
Left immobile in the cold, standing
Silenced, numb, and
defeated.
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