Typewriter Series #2702 by Tyler Knott GregsonFrozen...

Typewriter Series #2702 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Frozen snowbank,
and I was fighting
to keep your body safe.
You had passed, I was there,
lying with you until
the sparks between your paws
and my fingertips
slowed, then stopped
altogether.  

I didn’t want anything to touch
you, to defile the shell
I knew so well, the
body that carried you.
I shouted into the pitch
and soft glow snowfall held,
my scream echoed
off tree trunks and got lost
in the canopy.  

Heartache is the pain
that makes you cry yourself
to sleep,
but sorrow is sobbing
so hard inside some dream,
It wakes you
back up.  

-Tyler Knott Gregson-