Snow

You’ll be pleased to know
my fragile
alabaster wrapping
has remained intact
since last we spoke
on the phone,
you calm
me nearly choking
on each careful
banality.

Last time I left
I walked,

the jeans you’d made me buy
sticking to my leg

the blood seeped
slowly .

The pain,
slow
and growing
building in intensity
to a climax
you will not be present at.

You let my hand go
and I lost you
in the snowfall.

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