Ice

Everything seems sorted
For the first time in days.
And we haven’t passed a word
In so many weeks, months.

I wonder if you know,
My guess is you haven’t
Opened your wallet to
see my face. Aged six years old.

My heart is the orphan
That I never was

And I didn’t win
But lost love

Although I held it once
For the same length of time you can hold water
Or blood
Without turning it to ice
And slipping it down my shirt
As I turn my back