I needed a smile
of confidence
to set my feet
into motion,
through the
single degree
weather.
Checking in,
I was a lone star
hoisted atop
the dancing moon
without a hand
or bow of affection.
I dared to look back
and my heart heaved
against my chest,
flailing and screaming,
for all the hurt and betrayal
had hit me in one
deceiving suave motion.
But I gave my coat
to an observer
who had no idea
he was filing away
much more than
my black velvet
misgoverned threads.
Cautiously I
proceeded past
the candy cane cove
and snowy canopy,
over the bridge
onto the center
of the dance floor.
The incongruous couple
had no eyes to detect
my death,
so I threw my pumps
against the table
and hid away
the brokenness
for years to come.
