And we'll thaw from preconceived notions that you were ever the one. And we'll thaw from our hollow bodies. Former vessels that only serve to remind us of what a smile, what a breath in the midnight air, felt like. Swallowed up by bedroom eyes; they haunt me as they stare.
Constant clawing.
Never thawing.
You were the first snow of the year, and the cold always kept you here. I wanted you to stay. Lay here with me until the flowers of the Spring rise from the cold ground you froze out.
I will thaw my way out of this.
I will thaw out.
A box of pine to mirror your spine
A box of pine to mirror your spine
A box of pine to mirror your spine
As we wait for the ground to thaw.