.
Last night
she said I was cold.
Unreachable.
Surrounded in a halo of frost.
It burnt her fingers
as she dared to touch,
but there was little there.
Just … frost-bite,
and the sense
that she was alone in the room.
In body I was there,
but the Boat of Millions of Years
was sailing through my eyes
to the intended destination,
my lost mind.
She called to me
but I was to far to hear.
Down her soft cheeks
the tears did stream,
as she screamed my name
over and over.
She screamed until
the screams turned to sobs,
as the slow realisation
that I no longer knew her,
knew me, knew anything,
hit her like a wave of grief,
freezing her emotions dead.
Last night
she said I was cold.
And I was cold
because I knew that it was
our Last Night.

© Pagan Paul (16/02/20)

It's not a feeling I understand
I feel I'm the best she ever had
And when she's with a new lad
Well,
I won't be too sad
I just wish him luck carrying my bags

Her Mother doesn't want her,
her Daddy, just the same;
They think she is a burden,
she's the only one to blame.
~
When bedtime has arrived,
they send her to her bed;
No hugs or kisses for her,
no, "Sweet dreams" ever said.
~
A hug she would delight in,
someone to hold her tight;
The words, "We love you so much,"
only exist within her mind.
~
She craves what she has not,
someone to love her so;
But all she ever feels,
is their touch, so icy cold