You found your footing in the soft snow close
to the rivers frozen edge; our steps were
careless then. We were as much in love as
we were in danger. Beside each other
there’s little difference between the two.
Oh Abi, I should have held on to you.
A path iced back up from the bank. Polished
like a coffin lid. You slipped. I slipped too.
I’m so sorry. I just held on to you.
‘Tho spring saw water and land lip to lip
kissing or bidding each other to go
I found my footing out there in the snow
where days were short and winter’s grip was true
Oh Abi, I should have held on to you.
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