the slow comes to a halt

snow falling.

and she lifts her burdens and spreads them on the ground
smiling
her invitation still standing
but i know i will not intrude
scared to bother
so i walk away
in the still
in the standing
in the moment of truth.

the eternity of the stillness in this moment grasps my heart and i choke on it for a while.
it tickles the will and the weakness, it makes me sing and cry and scream but there are no sounds and no tears falling
empty flowers, meaningless, entwined around the structures of the past and the old and the sold.