Crisis

Crisis

Your hands
Like ice, in water
Blue ice

Weather beaten
Rounded, somehow lighter
White satin, stained blue

This angelic
Crystal shard
Splitting my soul

Slipping away
Cast adrift, perhaps migrating
Just ice, on water

Hiding deep thoughts
In your distant polar sheet
Alone

I will carry you for now
Until your heart
Melts

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