Wednesday, December 16, 2009


I can’t tell if it’s colder in the house or outside in the blizzard
Your shoulder is like an iceberg
I can’t get around it, over it, or through it
But I can sure feel it.
It leaves my heart sinking like the Titanic.
How exactly do you want me to react?
Grovel at your feet?
Try my best to ignore it?
Throw the coldness back at you?
What will that accomplish?
I wish I knew how this collision happened
Where the hell did this mammoth mountain come from?
And why didn’t I mean enough to you to talk it through from the get
So we could’ve avoided this bitter and cold winter we’ve found.

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