Snowfield

Wind picks up a white curl of frozen crystals
the horizon emptied of all obstructions

Rays of sunshine break into a thousand tiny diamonds

I stand still, then knees hit glacial sands
tears lie dead in their tracks
assailed by the cold

Just one breath

A single image of her silent beauty

the memory of her voice
mentally sketching the curves of her cheeks

Faint aftershocks from locked lips that seemed destined to explore
Cold hands becoming warm again

Cracking ice, falling walls of glass
A raging waterfall, sonic like a fountain

Blood flows through hearts again
but they are not mine.

There is no me. Only you.