The tears never fell

Like they did that day,

Slow at first

Like first morning breaths

Puff puffing through your chest

like wind through the waking grass

soft with dew


so as not to disturb

the frozen calm of the day beginning

an untouched ice rink

intricately lineless

until skates

filled with wobbles and laughter 

falls and clutched hands

gradually cover the whole white sheet with scratches 

as a summer rain 

warm like frozen berries

splatters the ground

a monochromatic Jackson Pollack

until the streets walkways and gardens

swell to richer shades

shadows of what they once were

as the sky cries mourning breaths

and as your body remembers

What it’s like to yearn