Inkpaw

each step 
crunching out 
across the desolate landscape
of ice and snow 
the lone figure 
with fingers curled 
and hood drawn 
breathing puffs of used air 
into the silence

Faded from the chlorinated water 
of too long in thought
reaching out 
but not far enough 
you fall 
only for the world to stop 
and leave you hanging 
frozen, stuck 
i let go 

swimming in an opaque sea 
misfortune biting at my ankles
coming up for air 
only to find 
the sun gone 
and world devoid of life
thoughts spinning 

your slightly meaty scent wafting into my nostrils
I smile
I had spent the last few hours walking around the largest city I've ever been in
trying to find you
my eyes go wide with anticipation

Sometimes 
I struggle 
To reach out
To say words
And to make my point in a clear and positive manner
Sometimes I let the silence thrive 
Off my inability to speak how I feel
And sometimes
I have to write