Sun Valley.

If you could write about me
in a few words, what would you
scrawl on the first page
of a fresh snowfall?

You reply,
painfully beautifully...

I stare at him for too long;
winter snarls anxiously
after hours of silence
where we wait on an
unshaven ice rink-
snowflakes are thrown
sharply at our irises,
like foam dice questioning
faith and fate,
solidifying to something
colder.

It's not that I intrigue him.
Maybe he called me those
two words because I carry
unneeded sorrow;
I could have chosen
to be helped, instead,
I chose to swim the channel
and relive memories.

He is slipping further away,
finding a way to freeze his flaws,
yet I cannot.
These skates are tightening
around my ankles-
I can't keep up and somehow
he has escaped me.
The sun has erased him.

I don't want to hear a
"welcome home"
until I deserve it.
Until I can beat this sin I'm
running from and figure out
on what ground I stand,
and what ground he

lives for.

-
Was looking up famous ice skating rinks and chose one, Sun Valley, as my title as my setting. Never been of course.

Written 1/25/14

Prompts from Adreamer:
Foam dice, memories, winter, painfully beautiful, welcome home, and the first page.