little poems

the snowman

imagine a crack in the ice
i, alone, drifting off on my own iceberg
they yell for me at first, distress on their faces, try to grapple for my cold isolation.
i get too far from their reach, and one of them dips their toe in the water dividing us- they dont like the temperature
they retreat back, away from the edge and i watch them begin to accept that im gone,
but im still yelling for them, cant they hear my cries?
i see the snow melt on their island, the winter rushes before my eyes and before i know it they're making daisy chains
my fingers turn to glaciers; the ice spreads up my arm, freezing it so i constantly reach out for the everlasting spring,
the last thing i see before the cold turns my retinas to crystal is my friends place the crown of daisies upon an unfamiliar head
a sad smile is frozen on my face and a tiny icicle stays fixated on my cheek
they look happy.