An Ice-Cold Heart

The blanket of winter Looks like a snowy glaze Over the ordinary scenery Icicles hanging around And snow-topped trees The beautiful landscape Too perfect to describe The embrace of snowflakes To one’s own face As they fall from the sky The slight feeling of wetness As it melts to your heart Everything is immaculate The happiest time Of your whole life And in all your bliss You tended to miss The signs that something was amiss Until you hear the news That your friend had died, Not by murder, by suicide And your heart slowly became A piece of frozen-hard ice Written on January 3, 2021