sjsprWriting

It’s dawn,

I think.

The shades are drawn; the light scrapes through the edges into the room.

It's beautiful,

And,

I stare at it until it leaves.

It’s dawn, and I cannot feel my toes.

I try to wriggle them in my socks,

but they feel strangled within the black thread.

My eyes are burning.

I’m thinking of you now,

As,

I dreamt of you last night.

As,

I wake up,

And,

You aren't there.

I turn my head,

Gingerly,

As,

The ice cracks,

And then,

breaks.

I’m not sure if I’m,

Frozen,

Or,

In love.

But I’ll stay here,

Just in case.