I want to catch a snowflake
and send it straight to you
wrapped in icy sleet.
I want to shake the stars
scattering fiery sparks
until you remember our heat.
I want to chase the moon
following its midnight map
until the beams lead me to you.
I want to ease this heartbreak
returning my soul to a time
when my color wasn’t blue.
a thousand fields stones to build this house
boulders seal the doors and the walls are built high
yet light filters through the unavoidable cracks
even cement stucco crumbles with time.
you, you have grown careless,
so not every crack is mended
foolishly thinking that perhaps
the moon light could be good
so you chisel at the splinters of light
slipping moon beams into your house
then the roof comes down
the boulders crush you
bloody and broken you remember
oh yes, too late, you remember,
you remember why you built the walls so high.
by Jeanne Marie
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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