I found him by a pond, he was fishing for
gold. I had no interest in
his endeavor, just his pretty smile.
He told me later that he
did pluck his treasure
that day, hidden deep within the water.
When I asked him what it was, he only
smiled and laughed, then took my
hand, kissed my cheek
and took me for a walk.
We traveled up and up for what seemed like
forever. Climbing jagged rocks
through a blizzard, the wind screaming at me
to ascend no further.
The sharp boulders sliced open my knees,
threatening my balance, my insides
started to freeze…I stopped in my spot, slid my
hand out of his.
I warned him that he was climbing to high;
he must stop! But he trudged on; claiming that
he could reach the top
and told me just to watch him!
I knew what was coming, it was too much to
bear, so I turned my cold back on him
as he kept climbing, I began my descent
Two days later, they found him dead.
Swollen like a twisted ankle, as purple as a bruise.
It’s been some time now, since I climbed
down that mountain
but my insides are still un-thawing.