A Snapshot in Time

I knew at that moment I would disappear.

You said, “It’s hard on me”. 

In the silence that followed, black ice took hold.

Shutting off from life by staying hopeful.

Thawing only through contact as temperatures rise.

I fall hard and can feel ice beneath the snow.

In doing what wasn’t said out loud, the relentless cold returns.     

Silenced in darkness I freeze into black ice.

No thaw this time and days pass on.

Absent hope.