Things Left Unsaid--Part one of the blog poem series

Snow White

As the white silently encloses

Covering everything it touches

It is so serene

And we go back

Dawning on white blankets of crystallized cool

Sliding into the still of the night.

It is you and your thoughts:

Just one last gaze at the white-

To escape

To forget the night.

Each night.

To forget our thoughts

At least- that is what I imagine it to be like.

It is calm.

Each crystal entering as you lay there

Allowing your body

to finally be free.

White blankets that disregard the worry outside your window

Because one more night with this raw person you were

Seemed like far too much.

So we cover ourselves and watch this peaceful scene as the crystal

Sinks.

It is the silver snake working its way through skin.

And we slumber into transcendence

And learn that heaven is white, too

It is blues and greys. 

Red.

A clear sky morning.

But the earth begins to moan beneath

White blankets fade in and out for those left behind.

For you.

It is years escaped, and the day you have waited for since birth

White crystal,

And liquid coated memory-

Serve as both a story and a grieving process.  

It was no an accident

And there were no goodbyes

but a simple slumber.

Blankets for warming you

Eventually giving way to

Pools

Tides

The red sea

We weep

You become despair.

The bitter ache of hollow memories

And unsaid goodbyes

Left in locks for which

You forgot to leave the key.

Snow.

A new blanket for a grave