The sky is wide open as is my mouth
while her unrequited love falls
and splits the ground.
Thunderstruck in the snow in the
only place in the world where it can.
This salty land, blowing wind
and ice that stings my eyes. Laughing,
or crying, I don't really know,
don't care, she confessed.
Sunrise sweet coffee and cake sits bitter,
like words that should've been said
long ago. It's too bad. I already moved on,
coattails waving at the shins, snapping
in step, one step at time until gone.