On a frozen lake at night
I'm trying to reach you, or
Trying to get home.

With each step
Our words creak and moan under the weight
Splintering in various directions.

I can't tell what the words mean,
Everything and nothing
One side danger, the other safety.

It is cold tonight
You are too far to reach
Home seems the safest route.

Softly silent I skate the edge
Fearing a fall to icy numbness,
Hoping for Spring.

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