tick tock.

Nothing will fall into focus
like a sheet of frosted glass
has slipped between myself
and everything else.
Icicles form,
hanging from my ears
and nose,
the peak of my cap,
and an icy mist settles in my mind
so that nothing is willing to stir
from the warmth of the comfort zone.
Two clocks tick
we run on different time
tick, tick, tock, tock.
Stood on the edge
i am ready to step into sync
but she will ask
for her time back.
My tick will miss her tock
and the ice will set in
around my ever hopeful heart.