It’s snowing outside,
But you don’t look
The embers give warmth
But you don’t feel.
Inside of this side,
It feels cold
It’s not the snow
It’s because you don’t look.
Stray words dissipate ,
You don’t hear them.
A strident voice speaks on
I wish you’d reprove.
You suddenly smile,
But you’re turned the other way.
Again I look,
And you’re not there.
3 comments:
yo
beautiful poem.. :)
I love your play of words and your choices
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