Angels Tossed Last Christmas

[71degrees]

Sometime Last Christmas


I zipped away 
on Bumpy Snow Road
forever leaving behind
someone who hurt my soul;

once love 
I had defended,
kept family secrets,
protected her
from fainting.

I tossed away
the cheap plastic crystal idols 
she gave me (shaped as angels)
hard into a snowbank
on the side of the road,
as I raced a mile away
from her living.

I wondered if in the thaw
her own tires
would bury them
in thick mud,

the same way
she buried me.

Something went askew. You zipped and raced away. You're never going back. This is pretty much prose with line breaks and might be better served that way. Think about it.