Icebergs floated all around me – frozen is no place to safely flee. I fell down on an ice crystal, then I heard you whistle and felt myself turn towards bold so I could leave this place so cold. So many crevices and cracks. Frigid ice coated my back. A glacier's huge backhand flew our memories to slush land. As my shivers began to shake, I felt my knees tremble and quake. Love never knows its hold on tomorrow. Days are not warm laced against sorrow. Your repeat, sleety emotion will not ease glacial commotion. Frozen mist will not reinstall your flaming, toasty love recall. I bear your gift of numb fraught, that will thaw in icebergs not.