You left in the winter

I wish for the winter hours
to hide what thaws exposed.
Snow to veil me like sleep
drift sheets that float down
like the lasting quiet.
Since you are gone
my heart is fluid as the sun
spilling out wherever there is room
cloudy and bothersome puddles of me.
I want to be frozen solid,
to keep what is in me stll
so that if you come back,
I'll be as I was that winter.