Noose

Coil of shattered promises

grows tighter, as I regret

my failure to brave

the river between us.

Pain drips on the floor,

melting candle of anguish.

I move closer to where

he used to be but

he hovers beyond

my struggling reach.

I break in frozen pieces

like icicles in winter -

a cold wind gusts

upon my brow,

feeling chilled by

door left open,

leading to deep

drowning pool

of wet tears.

Following empty snowdrifts

of sprinkled regret

I never reach horizon -

a slow motion spinning

toward the dark night,

lying forlorn in my bed

covered in sheets

of sorrow, his scent

lingering on my skin.