the air is thin and smells of dirt
in a droplet smudging upon your cheeks
Is it get colder this year?
Everyone going to their sweet places they call home-
At first I believe I am mad
mental disturbances that no one can explain
I wander far and wide from
such a bright and attentive star
I no longer speak to it with my movement
nor feeling but useless words it cannot hear
where do I go? You took my whole world
with you - radiating with pale light and alluring whisper
more bittersweet than abhorrent left-behinds
the snow along the path to the abandoned barn
we laid in together dreaming of tectonic plates
copse of trees bending in the wind as they formed
Now I am awake and I am without you
cold as before but without you to endure it
