3/9/2016
Chilled to the bone,
Naked—alone.
Standing here for days,
Drenched—crazed.
I dream of the time,
In your warmth: sublime.
Such joy to reminisce,
The majesty of your kiss.
Wishing you were here,
To dry my endless tears.
Only you can warm my soul;
Only you can make me whole.
But our love grew old;
But our love grew cold.
This numbing wind blows,
My exile—self-imposed.
The darkness pains:
Insufferable reign.
Shackled by chains,
Only myself to blame.
Chilled to the bone,
Naked—alone.