Smiles
Nick Powers
Contributing Artist
All those days
that you “graciously” held my cheek
with frozen hands,
as my numb dimples
slowly struggled to release their smirk.
It was as if
the harsh Winter
could hear my cries–
could hear the quiet snowfall
of my
seasonal transition.
The sun beats down now
and no longer
can I lean against the icy air
that held up my desperate facade.
I see now in my reflection
the frosted after image,
the one I clung to so tightly,
dripping down my visage.
I fear that now
I must learn to swim
in truth’s once frozen lake.
Learn to bear my love
and let my tears
float through Summer’s unforgiving breeze.
