passerby

I put a glue on your soles 

in the form of my words 

yet you removed your shoes.

I nailed your hand on the wall 

using my poems 

but you chopped them off.

I locked the door and ate the key 

delighted myself with a taste of rust 

yet you cut me open with disgust 

Still I chased you while blood drip from my heart 

slowly coloring the snow black 

but not a glimpse of a print was there 

all that's left are unspoken goodbyes, 

snowman's with their wicked smiles.

Perhaps you're just a passerby 

who made snow angels on this mountain 

and smoothened the ice for me to skate.

You are just a muse for my poetries,

a tune for my song on the campfire.

You are a literary piece to melt the cold,

break my thermostat,

and complete me for a period of time

but not forever.

You found a way to burn my cabin 

despite my attempts to get cold again 

I'm grateful but fire is not forever.

You made a map for the woods 

so I won't get lost someday 

you carved signages on trees 

so I will remember.

And while I'm trying to bury your memory with all the warmth left in me 

you already mastered freezing.