I am losing you and I feel it painfully now.
The different acquaintances, the distance
and empty texts. Worst of all is
I do not think it is affecting you
as much as me. You made your peace,
a blameless one, at that. But back
when I first moved to college, the night
it snowed and nobody was prepared,
while you were home and we could talk
without being stilted-that night I went out.
If my college was a beating heart,
then reamed down the middle
ran one street like a coronary artery,
and the first midnight it snowed, I walked
with two strangers down the white artery
devoid of cars. That bagel shop was still lit.
Its windows’ halogens tessellated
against the flurry, all the world a false
and muted color unseen by us before. Unfelt
except for in the wrongness of sleep. We walked
like ribbons across a sheet of black paper,