enduros

This time I will be here

whenever the mood strikes

in my loneliness and fear

abiding with silence

you strike me like a cold wind

in the face

shivering

so much warmth

that never touches skin

what is it I cannot find

left here again

behind my eyes

and then

here it sits upon my head

my shoulders

my heart

immobile

and gone

no one is listening

still

hello goodbye

my lonesome