You see in me the remains of what Life
Has yet to melt: my hardest, coldest part.
It will be shattered, or pared with the knife,
Till there’s a chilly puddle where my heart
Used to be. Can you see that drifting mist?
Those were my dreams, all vanished into air,
Into thin air. Words unsaid, lips unkissed—
Part of me once, and now the world’s nowhere.
So while those dreams are mine, before Life shrinks
My glacier to a cube, before I see
My days become the nightcap that Death drinks,
I give you what remains of love in me.
I give it all to you today—with sorrow
That there’ll be always less to give tomorrow.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells