Cold, you, at least,
Will never leave me;
Asleep, the world around us
Doesn’t hear
/
Your icy voice
And your heart-breaking whisper,
Finding its way under my skin
Through all the scars, which it is covered with
/
Cold, you, at least,
Have never disappointed
My expectations, and when I thought
You’d claw your way into my lukewarm dreams
/
You did – relentlessly –
I knew that it was pointless
To hide or fight: I would get lost or tired
And you, the patient one, would win
/
Cold, you, at least,
I feel I can rely on
To take away my will to see
The dawn, and slowly breathe it in
/
When my last sunset comes
Your firming grip will not surprise me;
It will be only you and I –
As it has always been
An underlying tone of sadness in this well written poem.
Thank you for reading. Cold is one of the few things out there that make me feel utterly helpless.
Awesome poem!
Many thanks, Miss Nae!