I Felt You in Opaque
Parting ways is my cold refuge,
heading nowhere, away from
naught beckoning my stay—ice-laden
winds rebuke this unannounced
departure
Frigid bones provoke visions of other
deaths I've known.
I felt you in opaque—tasteless
breadcrumbs you offered me in
lieu of your sacred flame—hollow
pages of a brief chapter from a novel
never penned.
It wasn't I who sought you out.
