Break Up

I remember when you said "I don't know" It felt like a spike shoved deep to the hilt shattering the smooth surface The fractured sounds reflected in the glass a web of cracks Like ice when winter goes too far below freezing air trapped in pockets leaving holes sparkling with blue hints of restless currents underneath the surface Treading like an ox too heavy to hold fissuring further with every step each sliver-thin line reaching out for stability to suddendly stop in a deafening "pop" The ox, this beast to carry your burden halted before you, the sun fearing the coming melt down walked out across the ice knowing that the battle had just begun that the risk of falling was certain that the glass would break that the sun would set that it would get so cold that the sun didn't know that the ox was a slow but steady current that the day was done, won and lost in that moment