“Will you carry me up the mountain, and place me delicately?”
“Will you carry my belongings and hand me another pair of warm socks?”
The course of love, treacherous at times, snowballs until gravity matters
He shouldered her love without straps or cinching, without hooks or spikes
When it came time to profess that love, it echoed too loudly on granite faces
And the avalanche that ensued thundered in his ears, flushing faces
“You can move on, I will leave you in peace and heed winter’s warning.”
“Where will you go?”
“Into the valley where the rainwater collects in dark crevices waiting.”
"Why won’t you stay?"
The distance measured in in frozen tear drops, the landscape blurred and beautiful
But a hollow chest is where the ravens nest, dining on a young mans desires
He could capture his life in a poem, but icicle words are too sharp
Instead, he would capture silence by the tail and listen for love on the wind.
He can’t hear her, but the wind tells such lonely tales until sleep comes.