Icicle

Nov 07, 2011 19:00

My little icicle.

Frozen,
waiting.

Calling out to me,
I reach out for you.

You fall, and you shatter.

Once so perfect and pristine,
a beauty that glistened in the sunlight.

You fought to stay as one,
I saw you as you weakened.
My little icicle,
so strong, so serene.

Droplets fell to the ground
when the heat was raised too high.
I thought you looked so beautiful,
in the reflection of the rays.

Perhaps, you cried out to me
to tell me you were lost;
because it was pieces of you
that soaked the floor around me.

Your tears from what you were before,
before you hardened, before your froze.
I saw you once,
with eyes that glistened 
like the icicle you became.

I'm not sure if I tried to save you.
I think I might have shattered you.

How do you fix an icicle?

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