The thing about winter
is that it's always losing
coherence

A voice from here
a drop from there
suggesting contact
but never unified

Winter breaks and cracks
many faces come out
all different and beautiful
like snowflakes
but also momentary
and intricately forgettable

When summer comes
we simply become too cold
to be mended back
without our seams
displayed in surrender

The thing about winter
is that it's always
making us lose
coherence.