Bemused to Death

this is what happened when my muse went walkabout ..🤍

Bemused to Death

 

In those last three days before

winter kicked in ..

We exchanged a grand total

of fifty-seven words

and eighteen sideways glances ..

But hey, whose counting,

they were nothing but numbers

way back then

and a forced smile, whenever

one might be squeezed in,

 

  would burn, like perma-frost ..

Boy, did they hurt

   and like hell, they sure did ..

I am now, a very poor griever

and can’t wait for

a thaw to begin, I just need to

start writing again ..