Eyes widen and the cold takes over.
You can’t take back what you’ve said,
you can’t take back what you’ve done.
You cannot take back the damage,
but you hope, you wish, you pray
that you could.Eyes widen, words grow
shorter, leaving a million miles between.
And it’s colder now. An endless chill.
Snowstorm, blizzard flowing between
you two. Freezing, stiffness, quiet, end.
But the cold is left, freezing your bones
because your heart is already a stone,
touched by nothing but the angry
hands of the ice, consuming you
whole. Eventually, you’re gone. From
them, from yourself, from all of it.
Over, done, frozen. Numbness,
melting, warmth. And then you do
one of two things: Find yourself
or find somebody else.