Snow Day

There was a blizzard the day I heard you were getting married. The morning news reported- Roads covered in black ice and widespread whiteout conditions. Work closed. Mid-morning, I ventured out, The storm's alabaster glare blurred my vision, I recalled the lifespan of our relationship. Thick flakes stung my cheeks, I recalled what it is like to miss you Landscape painted in black and white, I tried to be happy for you. Later, snow blanketed the skylights, Leaving my flat in shadow. I turned on the television and lied down, and wondered why your good news caused nausea. I closed my eyes and envisioned spring.