Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Friended: Frosted Window Pains

I stood in her sleet and I felt lonesome.
I'm never lonely; I'm never alone.
Sometimes I'm surrounded by my unselected.
My thoughts quivered in her cold; my resolve quaked in her chilled.
I glanced down and saw my snowbooted in her street.
You can't retract a side-stepped; it's imprinted on a flake.
You can't recall a spoken; it's incubed inside an ear.
You can't revoke a shun; its brisked is shivered in a shouldered.
You can't rescind a silence; its frosted syllables are smashed by the unreplied.
I stood in her sleet and I felt lonesome.
And I realized she wasn't alone.