Winter Retrospective

There's all this tension between our quiet hearts, but we're too caught up and worried and shy to sit down and talk about it. Then when I can't keep up and fall behind and start to cough from all the dust, there's only arms half extended and short glances to reel me in, but at that point I've usually had enough. What was bursting on my tongue has finally collapsed into the dire pool of my belly, stirring and sizzling and violently eating up my dreams.