snow days and achilles

i meant to come home to you but i got a bit lost,

the snow froze my feet. i am stuck.

i waited for you to find me, for that light in your

mind to miss my flame. i tried to melt the ground

with my love. i wasn’t made for the cold- i long

for sand beneath my skin, salty mist like a cloud

holding me up; but for you i would go miles,

my patroclus, my pelion, my peace.

if i could move i would be with you right now.

if i make it back, will you tell me what i missed?

if you found another or you wish to part i would

not blame you for i left my kindness on the road.

the burden of being is not something i hold freely

if not for snow i would be lounging by the bay.

my lashes are frozen, enclosed in crystal cruelty

and i think i am glad we had time

for if you saw me like this, winter’s harshness on

my lips you would wonder if you ever kissed me there.

i thought i could not bear to be without you,

but in truth it would be worse if your vision of me

was no longer your achilles.