Flakes of snow land in my hair. Nesting like the foam on yesterday’s cappuccino.

Cold air breathes around me. Steal scissors slicing my face without a wound to show.

Crunching heels, but only two, walk back home from another day’s day dreaming.

Dark nights loom and while I sit in the warming glow, frost still surrounds me.

Doorbell rings, I still sit in silence. Phone rings, I don’t pick up.

Curtains drawn but though the sparkled iced windows I can see the milky moon gazing down.

Checking the dented clock you once bought me, I see its way past my bedtime.

Another layer of plastic lip gloss to fix my smile, hiding my memories of you.

Pink iced lips smile, emerald green eyes remain unspoken.

Another day, another dollar, another memory missed.