icicle at sunset

A poem by Amber Byers

I wrote "icicle at sunset" from a prompt at our Community Write-In on the Snow Moon. Upon listening to all the creations, I was struck by the inherent impermanence of an icicle. Today, as I was cleaning up my desk, I almost recycled this piece. But something held me back, and now I share it with you.

i saw an icicle

          at sunset

last night

shiny and slick

          golden light spilling

          through

as i watched

           cool

                    rivulets

                              moving

                                        away

                                                from

me

it made me think

          of you

how i didn't know

          our last time

would be

          the last

but there's nothing to hold on to

                                                           here

so i grasp the remains

          and suck cold liquid

          before everything

          disappears