Avalanche

Don’t pretend just on me
seeing here was never my eyes
never my form, my light
it was all her grace and gesture.

I never lured you myself
for lack of might, I tried.
Response depends on sirens call
and unwanted nonchalance.

I feel the isolation, thrumming
burning into temples
racing down your fingertips
like no one sees, in you.

Not visible, I stand
back, far in the shadows
waiting to lift you up
only when you need me.

Yet you are the one who offers
first, hands and shoulders
bracing wintery breath
and hardened skin.