silence undone

the stars have heard my confession;
my pen, the ink, fresh paper,
acres of nothingness
i could whisper to in my solitude.

left spiraling in the wake of your death,
no one knew that i couldn't breathe for days;
my notebook couldn't wipe my tears
and the frozen earth angrily splashed them back in my face,
reminding me with cold bluntness
he's gone, he's gone,
every snowflake a proclamation--
and my soul burst into icy dust.