It was a very good “I love you -”
I dropped, silent, like old gloves,
On the snow in a dark winter’s night.
Fate froze my fingers, bare and raw
Hated, like my remembered past-
I kept marching deeper and deeper and …
No fight left in these fingers,
My skin bitten and blue: Unable
To clear tears, from a numbing face.
I heard screams muted in the snow-
“Turn around, go back to the heart:”
That was a very good “I love you.”
Never had there been such light,
Words never warmed so bright
An invisible hand to hold tight.
I turned to a path untrodden;
Abandoned like me. Drifted to
My knees, I started my own trail.
I felt more pain than ever. Wait.
A real hand of flesh and feeling
Picked up what I had dropped-
My hands now dressed, held, led
Away from the storm around me-
To a very good “I love you.”
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