A Ring Discarded, Gloves Adorned

I was dealt a bad hand, this much remains true.

The bare, cupped hands of the wind gently caught my death

As the gloved hand of the clock turned, I turned blue

A spare hand of the air kindly caught my breath

I’d asked for your hand in marriage, our favorite park aglow

An ambidextrous lover, a ring in the palm of my hand.

Illuminated aura, a vision of betrayal in the spotlight of snow

All hands on deck for unrequite to refuse the band

It wasn’t quite a refusal, more so a goodbye

On one hand, you’d made up your mind

And I suppose in an ironic way, so had I

But on the other hand, I believe it was you that cried

I know you don’t like when the tip of your nose is cold

And though you deconstructed an invisible miracle by hand

In the moment you left the ice to cover my shoes into winter’s glassy hold

I wanted to lend a hand and pinch your nose so that you’d understand

You said I had no hand in the wintery cataclysm

The situation at hand wasn’t mine to cause

That my only hand in this god forsaken schism

Was to relinquish my devotion to locked jaws

It’s been hours since you left me to imbue my body with shock

The sun gives a thunderous hand to the show we both performed

Orange applause dances on the heartbreak frozen upon rocks

The sun tries its hand at thawing the still blood, unwarmed

The soaked grass laughs at my stillness, it threatens to crawl up my leg

“This is getting out of hand,” it says, as it prepares to eat me alive

Forever a facet of the place my offer unwillingly desecrated, a temple for me to beg

Ring in hand eternally, unmovable by time and undone by the word I despise