small deaths 9.12.010

he's not telling me something
(you're not telling me something)
his snowy smile kept my heart cold
(you don't smile at me anymore)
he called my name; ice filled my veins—and I was happy
(you are hurting inside)
I can't feel his touch anymore
(you are sick, you may be dying)
I should have known
(you're not telling me something)
I saw this coming
(but how am I to know?)

The wind is blowing, and the snow collects inside my chest;
(you're not telling me something)
filling my lungs; lips and eyelids frozen shut
(it is Winter here, and you're nowhere to be found)

you are sunning yourself
(he's not telling me something)
on a beach somewhere, with a better man
(he's not telling you something)
and a warmer heart.

(he thinks nothing of you)
I am nothing to you.