What once was a puddle, now is a
glacier- unmoveable, unbreakable
but Sun, I promise you, that if you had any fight
left, if there was any trace of a "want -to" in you-
if you, Sun, pushed back those clouds with whatever
strength you had left,
if this glacier caught just a glimpse of your warmth one more time,
I promise you,
it'd melt
into the puddle it once was-
a puddle for you
