Freezing barefoot in the dark
where you left me, to depart
in the absense of the spark
that once ignited both our hearts…
… but now we wander, poles apart.
Such a shame, for I had grown
used to dancing tiptoes raw
‘round your eggshells, all alone…
… but could not make up for flaws
which would stick into your craw.
I’ll remain frostbitten here,
and the jigsaw that is you
will forever be a mere
footnote for the world to spew
at this heart you’ve dyed in blue.
And the snow, falling still,
and covering your tracks at will,
shall bury me alive until
no one hears this muffled shrill: