too bottled up

Dangerous Blizzard

 

...

wiping clouded window panes

to get a glimpse

of your back turned,

pounding down the walkway,

wanting you to turn around

and just once, see me.

~

the warmth of the fireplace

not near enough,

an aroma

of two frozen hearts, 

their juice drizzled upon fine china

with years of tears from a glacier of frustration.

~

I meant to 

let you know how lost you were 

in the fury of this blizzard

our melted souls,

racing fervently upon black ice

In bedroom slippers.

~

and now

you're on your way 

to break both of our necks,

the salt stains on wet cement

gripping angry footsteps

that do not know their own strength.

...