*Not Titled Yet*

Chalking up the cold air to

scrape it across my face,

I see the frost on my eyelids

I see the hurt that i can taste.

I feel the memory rip me back

I feel fractured pieces within

I hear the voices of the future

I hear the cries of the past come in.

Infiltrate this design

create the fine line

for me to cross

and you to see

all that is lost and

all that cant be.

remember the day when you say you want to leave

hold it in your mind,

watch it make you bleed.

Tomorrow.