The Other Way

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.