I recognize the ghosts beneath my feet
Some vestige of omitted memories
Blue as cold as ice concealed in hazy clouds
Reflected in the ripples of the aftermath

Bluer skies than this have rained before
Lie down in the sky and stare up at the floor
Through all the sunshine, nothing more than plastic smiles
I never asked to be their perfect sky

Darkness less penetrating has stifled me
Upset balance tipped by some uncertainty
Demons steal away a treasured placid breath
Stuffy air rank with whispers of an angel's death

A foggy, surreal Christmas, promises of snow that couldn't last
Shadows whispered vows to one another
Vows they heard but did not comprehend
Winter drowning set a precedent
Drowning by a careless step on thinner ice than yours

I never forgot the spider that I couldn't kill.