neige

i’ve been thinking

of the silent winter

that buries

and brings quiet and darkness

with enough gray weight

that even my closed eyes

cannot match

for they are too warm

while around

all freezes into goodbyes

until i open like hands

holding hands

missing the one that

made them fall in love

with flesh

softer and surer

than their own

which now holds nothing

except the slow snow

that cannot catch me

kacper with a silent k

or my hands that grab

onto something

anything

everything all at once

spreading out tips that’ll

one day make it

and say

i made a mistake

i want to go back

i need to go back

please

eyes closed

like kissing

alone

not like kissing

and no noise is made

by the mouth of winter

that lasts longer than

most kisses