Ice


He pushes me off into the snow as if I weigh nothing.

I shut my eyes.  I don't wish to see him go.

I watch as my universe folds in on itself, a ruptured life.

"I'm sorry," I say to empty air.  "I made an error of judgement."

"Damn right."  He is standing over me, cold air shimmering round his
anger.

Now he burns.

He holds out his hand, I put my palm against his and he hauls me to
my feet.

Unexpected gallantry.

He looks me in the eyes.

Then he walks away.

Cold gathers me into its embrace.