Gems torn from snow

You gifted me sculptures in January
In exchange for stories I told you
You said they were diamonds
That I should wear thick gloves
To protect my hands from sharp edges
I believed you and I took them home
I left them outside
So I could watch them glint in the sun
Rainbows thrown on the snow


It's March, and we are thawing
The edges of hard things softening
Slowly dripping
These gifts you gave
Are showing their truths
Disappearing evanescent
Your lies watering the crocuses
Bulbs forming blades emerging from the dirt


Did you know the waste of your words?
Or did you believe
Gems torn from snow
Would last our lives?
You gave me sculptures
Gratitude for stories
Telling your own all the while
But only mine were wrought from fact