I wake to a room full of snow
you are crying nearby
I am trapped in a snow bank
sprinkled with red berries
I can’t stay warm
a black line like syrup
curves between us
I can’t console you
sleep becomes dreamed
a sound in another room
a joke I can hear
but don’t understand
I wake yet again
the room is silent and dark
(January 10, 2014)
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