sit back and watch the crowds as they pass by look for your reflection in someone else’s eyes what kind of warmth can heal frost-bitten nerves? and hands, entrapped in ice?
frozen, we wait for spring and the life that blossoms, therein I try to find the words to melt the snow but my lips are too cold…
sheets of ice like glass keep us where we are: cold and alone will frozen futile, and a plastic ego could I break it if I tried?
frozen, we wait for spring and the life that blossoms, therein I try to find the words to melt the snow but my lips are too cold…