Snow fell in my hair the night I couldn’t bear to kiss your lips
because I knew mine hadn’t been there last
I didn’t want to taste the way you felt about her
I held your bruised ribs for a moment but then backed away
Standing in the shower I let the water shut me out
trying to wash away the heavy knowledge
and tightening the left knob far too tight
burning off the skin that didn’t feel like mine
I tried to let my heart cry in a song
loudly so the notes rang dissonant on tiles
each lyric said something based on love and hope
while I tried to hold on to understand what hurt most