Lifeless

I met myself today -
how hideously fragmented she was.
Not proud of the way I was on display,
I muttered ‘I don’t like you’ she replied
the feeling is mutual shall we call it a day.

I sensed we both felt the strong need of summer
yet summer she made no haste.
Rising slowly, lingering overly long, half dressed
only to be beaten back
left strung out low, on egg white frothy
triumphant clouds.

I suggested we dance harmonise as one
pointed toes, shadowless interpretations.
Yet how rapidly you rotated, shamelessly disfiguring
my vision of life.
Bitten back by the envy of your fun
I withdrew myself - back to where
winter is always winter, wearing forever
the exact same disfigured face.