Crystallized: A Poem

Blue lips
Cold bird
Half-buried in snow.

Don’t tell me
You’re gone.

White boughs
Heavy
Limbs
That ache, tired.

When you fell
In
On the twenty-first of December
I knew
Then.

Summer is here now
But you are still
Crystallized.

Don’t tell me –
I know.
Where you’ve gone.

Image: “Dormantic” by Gohmn on ello.co