inner winter

My ears were bleeding. words arms race
i crossed the frozen river
would i ever know if you’re enough
dreams fragile as a time we could not share
in slow motion i crawl i feel
my heart expand
as linen white becomes imbrued
around wrists
i hear the trees
and i fly already let
go
sounds in weird echoes of unknown
never all my own, never want alone
cry the doves soft and sharp in curved space
things we make broken we never can replace.