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