Fingertips

My fingers have slipped from yours
As the winter of our lives has set in
The only warmth is on the breaking point
Of what we used to be
Only five months of walking through a blizzard
To a warmer season
Could take us home

Those months have been hard
Frostbite has been fighting us away
The risk seems greater than the reward
Snow becomes angry, resentful - black
No more purity and beauty
Just icicles
And frost and harsh winds

But without you here
The stars have not shown at night
The fire in my soul
Can no longer reach my fingers
My fingertips have turned purple and black
Fragile and cold
In their desertion

The winter has come to an end
The sun has melted
All the snow and all the cold
But the winter is still strong
Inside
All the pain of frostbite
The cold feet

Flowers are blooming
And still my back is turned
To the sun,
To the change
My fingers are so cold
Crying tears of ice
Trying not to look back

But without you here
The stars have not shown at night
The fire in my soul
Can no longer reach my fingers
My fingertips have turned purple and black
Fragile and cold
In their desertion

Another season is approaching
We have yet to reconcile
Our home, our hope,
Our love
I’m sorry we didn’t fight hard enough
We didn’t want to push through
The cold

A butterfly lands on my arm
And the weight, the guilt,
Nearly makes me collapse
I’ve stood as a cold, stone statute
For too long
I’m fighting for you, for us

But without you here
The stars have not shown at night
The fire in my soul
Can no longer reach my fingertips
Fragile and cold
“Though my fingers may break
I just can’t let you go”

Let’s go home.