Inclemencies

A snow map helped me find my way
Into this tiny town
That has grown in value to eclipse
Every prior abode, hands-down.
Now the desired snow falls
Filling this space to the brim
But it’s colder in the exposure
Without the illusion of him
Memory like the snow
Sometimes conceals, sometimes reveals
Time is a wet-toothed shape-shifter
It hides instead of heals

I wish I had some solid ground
To hold and support my feet
What I have wrought, what has become,
Subdues me, leaves me incomplete

Always working for what stays out of reach.