Oh, How I miss the winter well,
The naked branch and deaf new void.
With mind that bends to stay with thee,
To whistle amongst the dying tree.

In sheer spite of lacking time,
This hole I've dug will never fault.
I tried to send you dear for help,
Without the strength of bones held close.

I live upon the burrowed chill,
My limbs of black make way to stay.
To feel the numb that never left,
And light go dim but never wake.

With each breath pressed on,
by the tips of your fingers.
My skin oxidates and peels away.

With every hand me down kiss,
and empty frame of mind.
My heart beats less and less.

With any time I turned away,
to thoughtless tries of change.
My head wished to do the same.

In void of you I set my course,
because of you,  my sight unclear.
In hopeless twists of love and trust,
to where I lay my time and space.

My time is suttle, I need not know.
Its lays in seas, too far from reach.
But seeps into my scars and bone,
Like gas in fire, all at once.

The space I lay is closing up,
like lungs of tar, that fill me in.
broken pieces of you left behind,
to where I lay my space and time.

Skeltons of houses once loved dance away,
Piercing in and out of view by the trees,
Which fill and grow from the life given.
Breaking down the body in whole.

Given by life now buried underneath.
Life that had a name, a face, a family.
A person who once thought more was out there,
And fell beneath it all to let it grow.

Broke me.
So much so that I lost hope in my life.
As if the sky and stars did'nt matter anymore.
It made my breathe feel wasted.
The car ran out of gas.

I learned to forget what love was.
So it could appear again to me.
Without the view of your house.
You tore my first view of love.
But love is hate in one.