my breath left me

on a day of cold and color

against your turned back

white face, white mist

under the beat of your wings

singing the song of the swan

 

snow falls down

through a world of stolen breath

a feather finds its way

beside a snowflake

curled in my palm

i wish on a white and silent world

that you would take my heart

the way you took my lungs

 

the feather is crushed

the snowflake melts

 

the first rose blooms

as my breath returns

to an empty chest

red petals scattered around it

you cut out my lungs

so i laid my heart

at your feet