That time I lost my words on winter

It was something about how the frost sneaks under your skin,
How the blankets shy away when the cold morning rushes in.
I wrote something down
that would make you catch your breath
And make it hover in a cloud
right in front of your head.
It was something like that
that had me tearing apart
Everything I’d ever done
from now since the start.
And I found some of the good
but mostly the bad
And then I realized
they were all I’d ever had.
If only to reproduce
and if only to re-create
What I’d done before
when I didn’t hesitate
To think of what you’d say
or how you’d give a look
If I told you I was thinking
about recording a book.
Then in came that thought
like the cold morning air
And it erased the warm blankets
like the bed was never there.
So I was left with not a thing but my shreds of paper,
And I stuffed them back in the bag so I could glance at them later.

Written March 13, 2014