With Winter Comes Grief

The winter takes life away.

As they fall, my tears freeze,
And I trip over my frostbitten feet
as I walk.

There is not enough ice
coating the dead ground
to represent this cold heart,
for one who will be so dearly missed.

"Time will heal these wounds."

But the wind bites my skin
continuously rips them open.
And the longer I stay outside looking in
the more I turn blue
In this way, time cheats.

Winter is crossing off the list.
First, the leaves,
Then the trees,
Then the roots.

"The seeds promise something new."

But seeds cannot sprout
in these temperatures.
For as long as I am here,
there is no warmth
in the face of grief.

"Turn on the heat."

The knob is jammed.
and my hands are locked shut,
fisting snow.

I would play that piano
That you selflessly gifted me.
But my blackened fingertips
would taint the keys.

And why would I want to play winter's song
When it so selfishly did me wrong?