"Don't tell me what people said about me,
Tell me why they were so comfortable telling you."

there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.

What do I do
When my breaths
Form clouds
In winter air
No longer
Evidence
Of my frozen insides
Bones
Of ice
Frozen blood
Unable to run
Fingertips
Turning blue
Snowflakes
Sticking to my eyelashes
Framing
Frigid eyes
Burning cold
Tears
Stain my
Snow white
Cheeks
Landing
On blue lips
Breathing
Frozen
Breaths

-jt

My tears are falling,
Why so Sad?
My fear is calling,
Why so mad?
My life collapsing,
Why so bad?
I lost a love,
I never had.

Her smile sits
on the curb of a road
between Summer
and Fall.