Dearest one to my heart
Can you help, I’ve been longing
for every feather of your lashes?
You’ve deserted me,
and I’ve forgotten what
the word warmth meant
Maybe you are
the word warmth,
or maybe you are
the word silence
I talk to you,
but you don’t talk back
So instead of melting into
your cruel frigid hands,
I will melt into your deadly silence,
somehow that’s where I found warmth