I am upon my knees,
The kiss that answers my pleas.
For I am numb
By raw strife,
Knowing you’d not be my wife,
In the turmoil that shaded our life.
What was it like, to lie?
To speak of being vulnerable, while I
Fell into bleak and miserable sighs
One after the other, with muffled cries,
Into my hands, pouring from my eyes.
A fluke, was this love of tears,
A stain, pressed upon a pain of many years.
Love falls with many limbs
Attached to the snow that clings
To the skin of a whiter complexion,
To our faces that show no expression,
As paranoia sets in,
And you’ll know
That our love laid in the barren snow,
And grew even colder,
Though, how else could you stoop lower?