Thaw

I have a heart too warm for a body of snow. My torso went out first— The buttons before my chest dropped into the soil. One by one, they stripped me tenderly. —I feel exposed. My limbs were the next to leave— Technically I only had arms that once traced words in frost. The damp branches—they landed right beside me. I couldn’t reach them, of course. Finally, my face. I recalled dreaming of pale winter sun —my lighthouse amidst a blizzard. My eyes flowed down—what once were my cheeks. My smile thawed into a grieved last breath. A pile of cold water by the pavement… I think I left my heart of March there.