You leave me listless in the snow so I
should never dream of warmth again but stir
within the worn embrace of loveless arms
to taste the salt of tears that kiss my face.
You leave me restless so I lie awake
all nights and long for spring in silence when
I sung a song before; I held a heart
back then, but now a void -- it is December.
And here, like hope, all colours fade.
We live like death and breath but do not breath.
It seems like white, at last is black,
and should I be unhappy now, at least we're not
alone.
December 4, 2008
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