Frozen to your lingering hands
I squint slightly as the icy breeze washes over us
We are one among our winter graveyard
We are lovers of the dead

Icicles reach for the ivory blanket beneath our feet
Up from above our heads
Perched upon every naked branch

Once, our lips touch
As soft as snowflakes blanketing the slate-gray stones
They never part, as they morph into one
And our milky skin tones blend into the other
Now a semblance of what we once were
Of the happiness we knew
When we hadn’t known the other held the sun high in the sky

As the last metamorphosis takes place
We are as white as the snow
We have burned together in this blundering silence
Surrounded by nature’s wonderful miracles

It’s not too much longer now
When we will eternally be bound together
As the ivory sheath gives way
And the wind clears a newly placed stone from its frosty covering

Glimpsing, I notice a quote
That sings under the years that lists our lives
It speaks of a place of escape
And that we had no other choice

Now I look out across the burial grounds of the dead
And worry now that I will never be one within myself again
And you are not here for me to be whole
For my entity died within you
The day you took a life that you hadn’t known bore two

And now the closest I can get to my own soul
Is standing in this winter wonderland
Staring at your stone
Knowing your only six feet away