I’ve been standing in this spot for hours

Chewing what is left of my fingers, the skin raw, bleeding with the abuse of my indecision

Frozen but my shoulders aren’t tense (I was never cold when I should have been)

My feelings are persistently fumbling towards you, clumsy on how to present themselves, too drunk on their love with the idea of you

The snow would help I thought, maybe

It’s reminiscent of so many words unsaid, still perfect, void of any gray areas

But there you are, and I have no words left