Ice

Breath as diamonds dance upon the black wind.

I Remember,

And that memory is pain.

Winter.

The street is soulless,

black outlined by chilled white.

Cars are lumps of snow,

White shapelessness.

Wind wraps pants against

staggering legs,

Claws cheeks and ears

with no claws at all.

Memory has the claws.

I Remember.

And that memory is pain.