My cracked lips are bleeding
drizzling cherry syrup into the snow
I dissolve in the white down
feathers drifting, catching on my eyelashes
melting artificial tears on the apples of my cheeks
as if they are real
But they are cold.
Puffs of my soul seep from my exhaling heart
and then dissipate.
Your eyes keep me warm,
your smile, that face....
The tears freeze in time,
sprakling jewels that they are
But sometimes even memories get cold.