The song of the mockingbird floats in the air
It is a wonder that she dare.
For only I remain
Replaying the events, I feel not so sane.
A war fought in every season, always over ice
To melt, not even the greatest amount of compassion will suffice.
The ice lingers for eternity
This has become our sad reality.
Blood stains the frozen lawn
From the scars we reopen, using the sword our enemy had drawn.
Everyone leaves to lick their wounds and heal sorrows
I feel we have limited tomorrows.
The story I must tell
Leaves its mark on whom it befell.
The mockingbird forgets her song in eagerness to listen
As the fox crawls back to hear my position.
For he now is braced
And my tears, he will taste.

“Our time of youth was suffocated with smiles
Who would have known your actions would separate us miles.
A mistake can maim
Even when called by a different name.
You wanted me to bare
Your requests are so unfair.
Locking closet doors
Only fear covers the floors.

You said it was okay.

I closed my eyes
And was thus blind to your selfish lies.
My trust slips out under the crack
My emotions fall off their track.
Only pain and embarrassment reside
I ran as fast as I could outside.

To this day, our eyes do not meet
And your hug is empty when we greet.
Misunderstanding causes me to ache
Trust is one feeling I cannot fake.
Still you leave me without explanation
Why did you hurt me on that occasion?
I am afraid closet doors can no longer hide
Your sins which lurk deep inside.
They cry for reconciliation
I cry to end my humiliation.

This war should not have been fought
Your arrogance leaves me with this thought:
I must weld a shield
From every scrap of dignity lying on this battle field.
However, my protection shrinks in size
In your presence, I feel my demise.
Your tease degrades my sword to pin
As my confidence wears thin.
A realization kills me, every time from my armor I undress
For you I still wish to impress.
These wounds which do not heal
Only kindles what I feel.”

I finish my tale with a shudder
For being defenseless in his view makes my heart flutter.
Again, in my patched armor I dress
And my weakness I shall try to suppress.
I shiver but make no sound
Thick ice still covers the ground.
Ice, which does not shatter
Even for those who truly matter.

The mockingbird quickly flies to her nest
To check on the ones she loves best.
The fox twitches his tail
For this time, his shield does fail.
He lets my tears run down his tongue
Because he needs to feel how they stung.
I stare into eyes of shame
He knows he is to blame.

The ice begins to give way.