One stuporous winter, tinged with blood
You whispered my name forlornly
As the streets froze over.
I knew I only had one chance to say goodbye
But even then I could not reach for you.
The snowflakes had settled on my skin
Piled in drifts around my heart
That turned tar black
When I tried to clear them away.
Finally, the winter was showing us
what we couldn’t discover in languid summer