friends-girls-lesbian-love-favim-com-302190_largeIt used to be a week
before she would ache
for the remembrance
and fold clothes ever tighter
around her shrinking
it used to be a matter of days
she could hold on to hours
turn them into coping
as if the weather were not
a vein throbbing her in heart
metriculating temperature
turning her ever colder
it used to be and now it is not
it is a moment
that’s all it took
before she turned to ice
and shattering
became nothing from so much
that is the feeling you hold
burning your balance in calf skin slippers
when love colors
and then removes
like a sudden bird
lifts from encroaching thaw