Asleep.

I was asleep that evening.
I was asleep until the snow caved in.
Crushing branches,
And my heart.
I cannot pull myself from its clutches.

You were there,
I made you a knitted confection,
Wrapped you,
And kept you warm.

The snow is tumbling down,
What a night.
I can't see your hand on mine,
I cannot feel it.
The snow has not only frozen the ground it seems.

You were there,
But I could not feel it.

It's atop the trees;
This frost, seeping in.
I can feel it.
Though not you,
Only the bitter cold.

Those imbecelic fibers of green.

You are glacial.
Moving at a quick pace to escape from what you so vainly clutched;
My heart strings.
They beat no longer in the same pattern.
The waltz to which I became so accustomed.


This time, a slower tune.
One that you may be able to keep up with.

by oliviaisahorridpoet
posted on 02/13/2008