I said I'd stay

one of those days
when the clouded roof 
of winter begins to crack,
golden drops fall through
the bending shingles;
the sun’s love begins to drip
like melting snow.

the falling drops 
feed the red flames of the horizon,
burning with the half promise of summer.
those promises I had made you
at the tip of my tongue,
at the edge of my reach
--also begin to melt.

wait just a little longer.

but despite the begging of the clouds
I breath the burning air
and let the embers
settle in my lungs;
I refuse to recoil from the pain
when your words
burn through my frigid body
like the scornful summer sun
through melting snow