To say you don't matter, the words
Pour from the mouth, lips frozen in a
Cold front of all things unkind.
Each syllable slides like ice,
While the memories unbearable are
Frozen in time, frigid with layers and
Layers of self-inflicted frost.
And your eyes, slick like dreary stones
You will see a time come,
A time where your eyes are languid,
Breath thawed, warm with tender words that
Trickle off the tongue.