Remember.

By Alyssa Bice

It is late December

My arm is out the window, my skin prickles in ice and my mind races as I remember

I know I am partly to blame, but it hurts to recall, When I feel so altered and you are remarkably the same cold blows through my hair and tears stream down my face. this feeling lingers, incapable of being fair

My hand burns against the frost, yet i keep it out there, thinking of how i gave all my heart, and all that i lost i wonder at your cause as i pass all the moving lights, one hand floating around, like me, breaking all the laws but through the headlights, is the first fall of snow i remember all the firsts to still be had, and all the people that i haven’t gotten to know and it feels worse than winter for me to sit at this red light and let my life slow

I feel deep down a spark of an ember

Still too cold in this weather to truly spark But as my fingers dance in the wind

Slowly, I heal, and it becomes easier to remember