Arctic

I don't know what to say anymore.
Winter has somehow gotten to my lips
And they are raw and ready to back down
In this terrible silence.

Our night sky is clear and frozen.
Your jacket feels right on my shoulders
And the air burns our cheeks as we walk
Down my newborn white sidewalk.

The chill clings to our fingers,
Which keep to themselves, as they are awkward
And unwilling to attempt conversation.
Blue blood glaciers drift within us.

What I would give for the warmth of your breath.
For the useless words peeking around your teeth.
It would thaw my frosted image of "us"
Our summer selves.

The perfume of thick grass became
Tangled in our hair and we ran
Down hills, stumbling
Into the arms of one another.

Sunlight shone through every pore
On your face. My land of milk and honey
Was in your deep chocolate browns
And I would wander.

I watch you walk away from me,
And this sad snowfall glides
Down my cheek and I notice
You left me your jacket.

How thoughtful.