Return With Me

 

“Go,” he says and turns away.
Snow like tears she begs to stay.
Away must be, his sadness swarm.
Stay with her that she’ll be warm.
Swarm around him in my sleep.
 Warm sweet lips she shall not keep.
Sleep his wish may wake some time.
Keep embraced while she is mine.
Time is frozen within his hold.
Mine this season she’s of the cold.
Hold so tight his warm strong hands.
Cold fractured ground where she stands.
Hands still gripped and won’t let go.
Stands, “Return with me.” In the snow.