reposting a found poem from back in the day. dare i say, there are some choice lines underneath the angst...
one year ago you were living in a saltwater room
fresh off the plane (for you had just been dragged 16 hours across the arctic circle)
before your bags arrived you already knew
heart in your stomach you made it a point to get out of your room
crunched through the piss-stained slush ignoring the cavernous sobs
poured out laughter so sweet it felt bitter
but the minute they turned away the tears came for you
your friends saw you cracking but didn’t know what to say
how could they when home for them was less than a country away
accented by the cold smack of winter water
the days piled up like the snow around washington square park
as you retreated into the artificial warmth of your room
you were sad so you read books that reminded you of home
skipped dinner so you could mope in bed with your rose-tinted glasses
remembering times with friends that felt like family
the days piled up like the snow around washington square park
at long last spring came and your mood began to lift with the temperature
but it was a late spring that year and you were scarred by ice
from then on the memory of snow would haunt you
the constant danger of slipping back into hibernation