Love Poem: Some Kind of Winter Coolness

Some Kind of Winter Coolness

You no longer race against time
On my empty, hallow street.
Frost has landed on my cheeks
And I’m living my life
Like an abandoned hermitage,
That I’ve sometimes yearned for.

At this late time 
I call out your name
And all my thoughts I gather in this harness.
My heart I try to bring to heel
While looking out the glass
And forgetting how to cry.

A quiet covers my forsaken spirit.
On my glass I break this twinge
From carols singing
Our forever buried love.
I wrap my pain in shiny paper
And try to deliver it across 
The heartbreak that you’ve cursed me with.

You no longer race against time
On my empty, hallow street.
Frost has landed on my cheeks
And I’m living my life
Like an abandoned hermitage,
That I’ve sometimes yearned for.


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila