I stand there, watching you walk with her.
You hold her cheek in your hand,
Kiss her lips
As if she’s breakable and
My heart drops.
Hot anger flows through my veins.
I see red.
My fists clench and I shake with
And lost hope.
My stomach is full of rocks.
My chest is empty and tight.
How am I supposed to deal with what I feel?
I want to be her.
Have you look at me like
Cold temperatures, lethargy,
Snow that blankets everything.
Only deeper as the season continues,
Barricading in the safety of isolation.
Excavating the emotional avalanche
Like brushing feet of snow off the windshield
Chipping away at ice, the shell of protection,
Potholes deeper, cracking souls.
Patches of asphalt fill holes.