cold ice cold ice warm

I trapped our love in an icicle hoping it would stay, though I knew it would grow cold in my refrigerator heart, and you would leave me. And you did, you know that? My shirt still smells of your perfume, hints of dead roses with snowy notes. Your skin reminded me of unpolished pearls. If love had a scent, it would be your shining bones.

You didn't leave me in full, your body's still here, with set motions. Sunset, sunrise, moonrise, kiss. The old embrace, the frying of pancakes. I watch you and your eyes are riverless silence.

Don't leave me, don't leave me for your friends, don't leave me for your family. You are mine.

It's awfully cold here.

Today, I braved my refrigerator door and broke the icicle, your love shaking off the cold and floating above me. I said goodbye, goodbye forever, I was wrong.

And I'm staying here, as you dance with the neighbor, freezing, dying.

Relieved.

> Blind Man