Snow
Tuesday 2nd February 2010 8:11 pm
It should be snowing by now but it isn't.
Gazing through the window,
I trace the outline of your silhouette with my finger
on the glass pane.
I watch you and you are unaware of my gaze.
My nail scratches the surface.
Like our conversations.
Heavy with the unsaid.
Our lives are entwined.
Like the branches of the tree.
Yet sometimes.
You speak to me with a strangers voice
and I look at you and don't recognise your face.
Words stick in my chest,
heavy on my heart they lie.
You stop, sensing my presence.
Look up and smile, wave.
The sky still heavy is waiting for snow.
Nicola Beckett
Sun 4th Apr 2010 13:35
thanks for the comments guys. This poem is meant to create a sense of heaviness and discord in a relationship without actually stating in black and white why. the heaviness of the sky reflects the heaviness and sense of foreboding within the relationship.