The frozen world

 

Holding your memories

is like embracing a pillar of ice,

It won’t melt,

Rather the holder’s flesh will freeze,

The iciness with a mysterious code

where one gets sucked

into its voluptuous embrace.

 

Walking with your memories

is like passing through a kind of

lavender-scented glacial landscape,

Driven into a scented icy mirage,

Where the heart gets frozen

with pain entangled in it,

A frozen heart inside a frozen persona

in a frozen landscape,

And life and living

shrinking into invisibility.

 

Me frozen here

and you flowing there,

An ice wall

separating our different worlds,

The storm of pain

now freezing and settling into

a dull, persistent ache

in a frozen heart.