Snow Day
There was a blizzard the day I heard you
were getting married.
The morning news reported-
Roads covered in black ice and
widespread whiteout conditions.
Work closed.
Mid-morning, I ventured out,
The storm's alabaster glare blurred my vision,
I recalled the lifespan of our relationship.
Thick flakes stung my cheeks,
I recalled what it is like to miss you
Landscape painted in black and white,
I tried to be happy for you.
Later, snow blanketed the skylights,
Leaving my flat in shadow.
I turned on the television and lied down,
and wondered why your good news caused nausea.
I closed my eyes and
envisioned spring.
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