Winter

Poem about the end.

Time passes,
and the line is
crossed.
We both wanted to
stall;
Tugging on each others’ sleeve,
trying to find a place to hide,
But now I’m
waving at you
from the other side.
Time is the
water that
freezes
and splits the rock,
You knew,
I knew,
And I kept begging you,
begging you.
Time
is the water,
Time is the
frozen water,
The ice that
tears us apart,
Time,
Frozen time,
Expanding,
Prying,
Time is the
Water,
Time
is the frozen water.
Prying,
Time.
Frozen
time.
Broken
time.