See You Around

It was the last thing I said to her.
In the empty house
by the dirty lake.

The last thing I may ever say
to her
I
suppose.
And
it came out wrong.

All of it came out wrong.

Cold and sharp
and
relentless in desperation.

And a few hours later
the world caught up to me
froze over
and
died.

It's been dead since.

It's cold
quiet
desperate
lonely
empty
desolate
space
where
even shadows seem
to recede as fast as they can.

Everything slowed to a stop
Broke down
Wound down
like a toy
organ grinder's monkey
spinning on it's side
it's key steadily fading.

The days light
is now ill
and sallow
cast upon gossamer
cracked ice
and caught in
frost on windowpanes.

Locking all this sorrow.
Holding it all still.
All the time
to suffer through
thoughts
endlessly until
worn thin
as a plume
of air
exhaled
in a freezing
mist.

So what?

So
the ice outside will
give way
pool out
into gutters
and make way
for elsewhere.

But my ice
is frozen.
Locked up solid.

Wound round
everything I once
let shine.

Ice that never thaws
because I won't let it.