There is ice between us,

Ice cold, hard, unforgiving.

I stare at you, I call out.

I wave my hands in desperation.

With rocks, knives, swords,

I strike the ice,

Once, twice, thrice.

And again and again.

Your eyes, on the other side,

Find mine absently,

Probably from the noise;

I rejoice.

But then your gaze turns away,

And you never turn back again.

My efforts gain new vigour,

I cry, scream, beg and plead;

There is ice between us;

My efforts cease, and my hands freeze

As I slump in defeat.

There is ice between us,

Ice cold, hard, unforgiving.

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