Blizzard

A storm brews
Clouds break
We hunker down
And prepare to take
Howling winds
Gusts of snow
Temperatures of
30 below
We fight to protect
The family we’ve made
And hope the blizzard of her
Doesn’t cause us to lose our way.

***
I thought this time I had found my prince charming but it appears they all come with a hammer to destroy that glass slipper.

Gravel

I hear the gravel spit & clink against the rust.
Your departure postponed longer than usual but still eminent.
Each sweet caress of your hand against my skin is
Only a mirrored motion of the waving of your goodbye
Which will always come, shortly after you catch your breath
And my heart again.
I don’t weep anymore, calling your name, choking
On the cloud of dust you leave behind.
I lay silent and wait for your headlights and love to return.

Mute

Eyes rage
Fires flare
Tempers rise
In the blink of an eye
Or just one word
I speak
And you ignite
And I cannot
Squelch or calm
The inferno
Until it burns itself out
Or you blow your icy silence
Upon it
I wish I could mute
The fight in your soul
The questions in my mind
And the pride in our hearts.

***
She said she keeps these facts on file, in case it tries to resurface and she needs a quick reference guide. I thought it was a pretty brilliant way to keep track of lost love and broken hearts, so as not to repeat the same mistakes again.

Freckles

I remember counting freckles
Starting on the nose
And how they would start to form
After the summer sun
Had melted them together
Into sporadic designs
Framing your icy blue eyes
You would wiggle your nose
So that I would lose count
And have to start all over again
But I never cared
Counting freckles was only
A great excuse
For me to lay in your arms
Gaze at your face
And bask in your love.

Frame

There’s a frame to this house
And six empty rooms
Reminding me that
Floors and walls
Do not make a home
No pictures or beds
Giggles or breaths
Silence echoing
Through the corridor
Lonely and sad
Framed but not filled
Like my days since you left