Rose Colored Glasses

A blanket of fresh snow
squeaking beneath my feet
crisp air
frost on the trees
a chilling beauty
as I walk along.
Memories
hard
fast
attack
left 
right 
from the heart.
I cannot stop them.
I do not want to stop them.
Even as tears sidle
freezing on rosy cheeks
I glut myself
upon these remembrances.
Summer sun
fast cars
time of my life.
I fell in love
(still so much in love)
opened my heart
my soul
my secret self
giving you everything
while you…..
took 
and took….
and took some more…..
bleeding me dry
of emotion
faith 
trust in me.
Rose colored glasses
perched on my nose
unable to see
regardless 
that all others could
how toxic
you and me were.
 
 
Feb. 6/19
Photo by Rory Hennessey on Unsplash
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