The ice was so thin we could hear
it crack and suddenly it was
Standing exposed with our feelings
As if we could ever avoid them.
Drawn like water to seek it's own
Somehow they were bound to
More than amusement,more than a
More like a reaction to reality
Somehow it was bound to happen.
The mystery was a novel,
Now the story must unfold.
Now that the ice is broken,
Where do we go from here?