sigh after sigh
pile like snowstorms
striking a glass house
built in my body

from our hands
sticking to each other
one single key grows
lost between old wood’s
silent fibers

only tears
trickle at random
dewdrops on nail flowers
piercing hard metal
sealing pain
in cold door wings

my frozen smile
slowly unravels
starting with the season
when you began to forget
snow colors

Categories: My Poems in 2009 | Tags: , , , | Leave a comment

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