Black Ice

Bruised skies smoke as my lips turn cold.

I waited in the hospital but no one said your name.

I woke up and it didn’t go away.

Blind wings of winter beat against our garden door.

I tried to write a letter but the moment never came.

The empty houses rage and flare.

Glaze of bladed snowflakes makes the day run pale.

I watched our candled windows stumble numbly to the dark

But I woke up and I still know who you are.