In the frozen, bleak morning
my eyes meet the snow
Cold exchanges of words
Not even meant or felt
I ask myself who I was in that moment
When I broke your heart.
The snow seems to have no answer for me,
It just radiates coldness and mystery.
Small sparkles gleam crystalline
as I stare, the sparkles transform slowly
warped with the thickness of my tears
into tiny rainbows, growing, beautiful
A small kernel of promise
In what seems to be unending darkness.
A tear falls from my eye,
leaving a tiny grey pool of water in the white snow,
the heat of my body, my passions
transferred into the cold world.
There is a lot of snow on the ground.
But maybe if I cry enough,
The flowers of your heart will bloom once more.