Winter

There are moments you just have no words for.
Beginnings and ends.
I’ll never know how to describe those first nights—
speechless, taking my breath away.
It felt like a warm breath in the cold,
spending the moonlight to trace your fingertips
like an ice skater on my back.

I spent so much time with my back to you.

In the end, it all turned into the Dead Sea—
salted, toxic—
while he stood ashore watching it all wash away.
He was a tall glass of water
with the saltiest sea in town.
My heart was a gun with no bullets,
but he always kept his finger on the trigger.

And without a word it was over.
A silent finale.
They said,
“I think we’re all afraid we’ll forget.”
I sing this opera
so that we won’t forget the good parts,
and the reason we got there in the first place.
I’ll choke through the words
so that I won’t forget tracing the constellations on your back.
So that we won’t forget it all meant something
from beginning to end.

About Ry

It's so magical, it's gay.
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