Clear, biting winds of night

Shielded in the morning

Mists

(A girl ran)

Strings are cut

and

Cuts sting,

Yet you string me out

Like a washing

Line.

 

In the shimmering

Rain soaked afternoon,

(A girl cries

and wishes she were

Deaf,

Anything not to hear

him)

Bridges are burnt

and burns

Blister -

Skin Splits - Yet I

Can't remember any greater

Pain than you leaving.

 

In the clear,

Biting winds of night

(A girl waits, crying for

A man she can't be without)

Rivers flow, but water

Freezes, cracks appear, but

The world is full of

Empty platitudes and perhaps

It's too late.