Out from under you,
Like a skier trapped in an avalanche,
Not sure which way is up,
In all likelihood, digging myself
To my own dissolution.
I cannot help but feel you trapped me.
That you let me want you
To such a great extent,
Knowing you would only leave me
With no other choice
But to convince myself that I didn’t.
Now I think of you in metaphor,
Heartsick and desperate.
My jaws have been clenched
So tightly
That permanent black spots cloud my vision.
And I worry that even if
I claw my way to the surface,
Lie on my back and watch
Snowflakes make drunken pirouettes
Down to Earth,
That I will find you there, too.