Steely Eyes

Long frosting,
These cold shoulders.
Once a place chips came and sat,
Now bear solid cubes of ice.
Stacked and packed...
To keep any chance of a thaw,
Away and unmentioned.

Even routine handshakes,
Are gloved to protect from touch.
Friendly ties have been crushed,
To wither into flakes far from melting!
Hearts are frozen.
And heated speech decreases...
Any warmth shown,
In steely eyes fixed not to blink!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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