It is but a somber feeling.
The lonely heart that yearns
for companionship.

Creating such a haze
amidst the trees.
I now wonder blind
&
lost.

The thinly veiled purple of night
draws nigh
absent of light.

My eyes not adjusted
to the deafening dark.

Oh! loss & hearts refrain
how I breathe with disdain
The cold that leaves the air
so still, unforgiving, & unfair.