Slow dying sorrow slips over me,
slow as sun in evening…
slightly lowers my listless stare.
Capturing my heavy eyes,
heaving as I kneel,
on that frozen lake by a frozen town
where the dust drifts, deterring a detached zodiac.
can only dream of delusions, confusion—
the restless memories
drip into seamless shades of sleet,
sprinkling my unkempt heart with hesitancy—
on that spot where I lost you.