I ran into you nine times today,

some kind of record.

Or fates trying to tell us something.

My eyes turned to stone,

and weighed me down.

I still feel you next to me

as slippery blizzards raced outside.

Yesterday was my shelter.

And I asked you to stay awhile,

you declined.

And I felt you cross my mind again,

and burrow inside to haunt me safely.

I dropped flowers near a tombstone,

that etched that picture you took of me on stage.

And the whisper that you forgot in vain.

I crouched down,

trying to crawl into you.

Hide myself in your silvery skin,

to be with you still.

Still,

I reach out

for the storm, that like all storms, and us, ended long ago.