Are you listening to what I say
Or rolling your eyes
You don't feel the same way
You're silent but I feel a goodbye
My tear-soaked pillow
Yours dry as a bone
Are we just that different
Or do you long to be alone
I'm dying here
I'll die there
What does it matter
Where or where
I'm chilled and in the way
Your arms the only remedy
Cold I am; cold I'll stay
Alone in this home
Perhaps you do hear me
And block out what I say
Unable to give me what I need
Ready to throw me away
April 15, 2014