Oighreata

       Frozen

I see you standing over by the window,
the waterfall of moonlight pouring over you,
a cold, truly beautiful, tragic stronghold
with the dubious protection of walls around you.

Mute in the moon’s light
like a statue under a cloak of snow
except your shoulders heaving with the effort you are making
your hard, bitter crying to control.

I call your name and you turn,
but you avert your red-rimmed eyes from me:
red-worn from crying, the tears still falling
and you shut me firmly out.

And I’m frozen in the doorway,
frozen in a frigid nether world.
Caught in the trap I myself set,
trapped in nightmare without waking.

I call your name…etc.

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