melting ice
dripping
lonely thoughts
grasping my coat sleeve
you tell me:
“seasons change,
pain is transitory”
i hesitate,
pause,
slightly smile
the sound of
melting ice…
lingers
in the air
Notes
- …the moment in time that lingers…and lingers, etched into your memory…
- …melting ice dripping…forever.
Written: March 3rd, 2020