I open the door and a cool breeze blows in
hard
fast
sharp
tiny icicles hit my face quickly with great force
I breathe
in but I can’t see
I hold my arm up to defend myself
against the war raging outside
and it’s just not enough
none of it is ever going to be enough
I know what I need to do
with one foot I step into the storm because it will
never
ever
stop
and I bravely step one boot after the next and force my body through it
and I know you said
I can’t remember because I told you I would forget
promised that I would (in fact) because you didn’t want to share yourself with me
and I made it possible
to for you to open like budding flower but you chose to close yourself off and I listened
and so my only choice is to walk alone through this ice
the wreckage of what used to be
and never was.
