hanging

Tonight you came to me
line by line-
words,
mingled with cigarette smoke,
spinning in the air.

It's so cold,
but I stubbornly watch the sky-
so many stars where I could escape!

Yet,
this cold keeps me connected to you-
icicle on your memory's eaves,
fearful that it will melt
when you'll return
and tell "I love you"...