The ice is sharp and blue,

piercing my cold skin,

asking over

and over

again.

Why?

Why, if someone loves you,

why they keep hurting you?

The ice speaks to my heart,

awakening demons,

demanding over

and over

again.

Return!

To who you thought you are

before the frozen lake.

I thought your smile, not my struggle,

would be my last memory,

and I am wrong

over and over

again.

Let go…

Of this perfect image of two

intertwined souls.

Let them inside,

the frozen waters…

and BE The Lake.