can’t tell
if it is
snowing
small crystals
wafting
slowly
to the icy
concrete

or if
the world
is slightly
granulated
in the cold
with this
aching need
for you

can’t tell
a lot of things
in this eerie
fogbank
that fills
the frost lined
hallways
in my mind

i told you i love you but the
words froze upon my tongue, my
cheeks flushed with embarrassed
shame, i ran and slipped on this
black ice of ill derangement,
shattering my sense of self to
spill across your barefeet in the
snowdrifts, little accumulated
prayers from my lips to fall
unheard to the ground