Is that speck in the sky you?
Come meet me by the shore,
We'll skate across the pond.
Hand in frozen hand,
over dark fish deep within.
I'll pull you round me, limb to limb.
The words I later wrote,
Words you sent back whole,
Hopes I prayed you’d not reject,
Cut the laughter of our blades,
And scars the black ice of my soul.
