The ice covered branches
look like they are made out of
a lonely and cold glass
but when the wind whips through them
it sounds like firewood crackling
in a blazing inferno
the long shards reach towards the house
and scratch their frozen tentacles
against the window pane
screeching and moaning
from the weight upon them
tears drip from their tips
I watch them break from the tree
and shatter upon the ground
into a million tiny crystals
beautiful and broken
never to grow and bloom again
just like my heart
when you left.
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