Medusa

We sit in the shivering cold,
the cool air burns my ears.
Snow covers your concrete frame as
I drape my arms around you
and tell you stories of how
we will search for a place
where we could be alive.

I look into your
lifeless face,
while the hissing snakes
taunt my reality.

I dream of your tender lips
that should kiss my cheeks
instead of my fated
reflection that will freeze my future
and leave me still -
stone-dead.