My breath forms crystals of ice around my nostrils 

Blocking the natural flow of my breathing 

Reminding me of your eyes 

sharp and observing 

So unlike mine 

brown and gloomy like an outskirt summer lake 

Honesty and pain sunken onto the ground where I buried them 

Not to be seen by you

But you dug deep, fished them out

your finger tips, still dripping, 

placed them on a silver tray for you  

My heart and soul, gutted and placed on a silver tray 

For you