The loss inside me burns like a flag
in a rainy, October night.
Beaten and dreanched.
My heart pounds on top my chest-I will not let it in.
My feet are numb but I don’t care enough to find socks.
I will never forget this day, I pledge.
And so I haven’t.
“Sincerity flowers” thrown in the garbage.
The first hardness of my face I’ve felt in my lifetime-granite.
Like a cold stone or crystal held in my palm I could not warm up.
Something I could not keep close forever-
not allowed to even see.
Perhaps its first resting place was the river when I picked it up-
rolled it through my hand.
But it fell out somehow, some where;
the river takes its new child
The forest sings its chills of Winter.
I sit in the bay window
looking out at the snow-
more encompassing than any feeling I could have.