Waking Chill
you stood with your hands held high,
on tiptoes so very close to me,
ripping my paper heart into pieces.
i didn't bother to try and stop you,
knowing you were far too tall
for my simple arms to reach.
all i could do in my frailty was look up
as it snowed in perfect waves
around my fragile, broken body,
knowing you would never guess
how much it hurt.