Why am i crying
Is this the frozen road
or the young woman running on it
awkwardly (with stiff arms)
maybe it is simply
the wait.
the painful beauty of it.
I told her she was gonna fall
running so openly after that man
on the white crispy grass
break the heart she put in that bowl
cautiously wrapped in an azure cloth
"pure as your soul" dear
to keep it warm, a sincere offering
now all is spilled out, leaving to rot
on the dry land
and you are lying down amongst the pieces
frozen tears on your cheeks
disfigured
laid to blend on this cold, and dry land,
your colors will fade slowly
all empty as he left you
between the white and the blue
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