"Snowblindness"

“Snowblindness”

My hindsight is blinded;

You’re my sunlight, 

But you were cast upon snow.

I can’t see a damn thing

Except for that long winter night

Filled with eggnog and brandy, 

Poured out for you and me over ice.

That evening was so refreshing

Yet so unbearably cold;

Now, you exist in that memory,

And I can still feel its wintery 

Chill in my bones.

I had warned of the ice on the roads,

But you laughed when I said this —

Despite my voiced apprehension —

As you slipped both your arms in your coat.

Did you doubt my intentions

When I suggested you stay?

Without knowing the answer,

I stood by the door

As you drove away.

I awoke to a call that shattered the silence —

Unwrapped you from my arms

And replaced comfort with violence.

Our tangled emotions collided in a storm —

A garish garnish, a wintery mix —

That contorted your essence and

Froze solid your form:

Your body devoid of all warmth,

Your brains dashed on the rocks.

As they took you out of the snowbank that morning,

I sat on the floor still clutching the phone,

Finishing the brandy,

Warming to the idea of not being alone.