I see you
I smile
You ignore
Give me the cold
Shoulder

I wonder
Why
The temperature
Inside
Drops
Echoes of the
Question
Echoing
Echoing
Echoing…

Leaving me wondering
What did I do wrong
Now?

Sinking
Sinking
Wishing I were
Elsewhere
Wondering
If I should do
More
Divided
Torn
Ripped
Confused
Off focus

The sudden drop
Creates a down draft
A vacuum
And suddenly
Everything starts
Crashing down
Like standing on a submarine
And it goes
Down
Dragging you
With it

The presence
Is back
The itch
Is back
The lethargy
Is back
The weight
Is back
The cold is back
A dark bitter winter
Vision blurring…

Please don’t drop…