"Echoes My Cold"

As I called out to my spouse,
Snow fell on my thin house,
cold water dripped down my blouse,
My fire melted this cold,
tears staining my face,
as smoke rolled,
And as they do the story started to unfold,
telling what I left untold,
His heart what a pleasant sight to behold,
yet, left for him to tend becomes ice-cold,
I touched it, I did once,
once was all it took,
to be held together in an instance,
I called for silence,
for I did not finish my sentence,
No room in my brick house for balance,
I lost my patience,
I blew on myself and froze,
yet, my story from with-in echoes.




©2008 Jessica Fike