Small mean ‘O’ of mouth
on frosted glass between us
the ambient temperature
dropped to zero
after you told me
you were leaving
What I really want to do
Is shiver down that glass
into razor shards
and cut you
out of my life
I want to
throw the rocks
you keep by the bolted door
for scaring off the old crows
but you think I’m one of
that murdering bunch now
so I resist
I’ll scare off the human form
left like gauze on the cold pane
that reflection of you
the earlier version I loved
now that youth has cracked
into senility
the reflection needs to be annihilated
and erased from my antique eyes
leaving me free
to construct new planes
placed at different angles
to capture
the dying light left to me
