Glove

I lost a glove in the snow
You lost your temper
The cooling pattern of January's sky born gifts
Melted prematurely on steam poached thoughts
Blistered cursing offended sensitive ears

We ripped words from each other
I screamed about your shallow material thought process
You screeched at my lack of material value
I threw hurtful oaths
You threw your hands round my neck

We had reached "No mans land"

Our words were battle scars
Your intention was a bloodied scratch on my throat
Your loss of control
An uncomfortable pillow on my flesh

I lay on that oozing downing
Leaking
That hateful night I slept not a moment of dream
You had snipped the thread of connection
From my soul
Our reason forever detached

All because of that Lost Glove