Anger
swells within
my thoughts, when
I look upon you.
shame surges in a
curl, ebbing with the tide.
Shifting with the time of day, dictated
by the compass points, of indifference.
You’re
so very
cold. Those
deep brown eyes
are deceptive, for
their critical stare is
glacial. But mostly, I worry
That you have always been this
frozen, and that I was too blinded by
you to ever notice. Your arteries are Arctic.
Your kindness chilled with apathy. Cutting waves, slicing confidence.