i’m a melting icicle
giving away all of me
pouring my waters
on heated, and cold, and dry concrete
not more solid me.

i hardened up after your eyes
camped on my ground
scrutinizing every detail
bump, nook, cranny,
fold and dent
where was the love
when our parallel journeys,
thus far,
finally crossed?

you my today,
soon my past
cold with the touch
of your undesirable
pretense for joy
the promise untold
the spoken law
a fact with a tear
a drop full of hate
tapping consistently
until your blaming finger wounded me
there where the scar
of the hole
you left remains.

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