Excerpts from the books I will never write

IRONY

As I lit her pyre, 

I stood-

Motionless.

Frozen by the Fire.

Sitting with you on the wooden swings,

As the cold early morning breeze rings,

I stare at your smile,

And you whisper words that run a mile.

Your eyes sparkle bright as the sun

As stars struggle to hold on,

Radiating warmth from within,

As cold crawls up my skin.

I notice for the first time again your tears

That hid under these eyes for years,

Every time I look at you

It's like I look at a person I never knew,

So familiar yet so strange

A touch I always felt but never exchanged.

You pull me in an embrace so warm

The ice around us starts to deform,

And your cracked lips reach for mine

As I pull you in across the line.

But my hands hang in the blue,

Wisps from my breath in the shape of you,

And the cold crawls in akin to death.

 My eyes flutter open searching for you,

Stuck in a frame leaning on the wall.

In a picture of a hundred hues, 

I hold on tight so you don't fall.

 So you don't fall again or leave me, 

and tears drip all over and I am left torn,

I slowly smile as the cold embraces me,

And I sadly smile all alone.