Flashbacks in the dark

Nights are foes to the wounds from loss, 

Whose instruments of pain are sleep and dreams, 

Whose dreams remember the pain she was in, 

Whose sleep forgets the fact that she's gone 

Different as night and day,
Neither one can negotiate,
This icy stretch that inundates,
The signs of life, the blossoming of love,
In haste, we sharpen our blades,
And in circles, slip, slide, and skate,
Get to each other, if only to get to each other,
Not one bit closer; the ice is thin, the winds close in,
Craaackkk! Into the biting water...

Tick-tock

I am thinking of a time, when the only question I had was how your newly grown stubble would feel against my palm,
Not knowing you even a little, I never doubted that Id not get what I asked of you,
I never doubted that you'd never hurt me,

Eons later,  the stubble's gone, you shimmer and radiate and outshine every version of yourself,
And I've touched you every where,
And had you every way,
No longer sure, if I can have what I want,
Or if you will never hurt me again