Ice

A cold brush on the back of my neck.
I shiver against the
Chill of your absence.
I chose to walk the path of ice,
Leaving you behind,
To walk the summer lane
All on your own.

The twin buds of our love:
Yours flowered
As mine froze.
I turn the clock's hands
Quickly, with a single finger,
While you bind them with chains,
Desperate to remain in a
Love-sick moment in which I can
No longer survive.

So I leave you behind.