April 6th - Never There
No note, no text, it’s so unfair.
The Sun’s blocked out by helpful clouds,
The people only ever crowds.
A frost descends on the whole world.
The sails of ships are damp and furled.
Creation’s standing still because
Of me. I’m at a loss.
Now I lie here and I stare.
Perhaps that kiss was never there.
Its cold right here, right in my head,
Just like its cold within my bed.
I turn, you’re gone, there’s but a hair.
