gently drifting alond with this cool winter breze
she stands as a statue
sweater sleaves covering her flushed, frozen face
tears turning to solid ice in her eyes before they could escape
toes lost in powdered sugar snow
leaking through her skin and seeping into her bloodstream
creating iceflows through her veins.
she dropps to her knees
her february sorrow incapsulating her
ice crystals tip-toeing through the ocean waves in her hair
holding firmly to her batting eyelashes.
he comes from behind
his arms become blanket aound her
he believes he posseses the power to warm her
little does he know
that solid ice does not melt back into a person
ever so slowly
melts into the ground.