Cold the Separation
the blizzards this winter were my heart
broken at the heart of each and every storm
I love you. I miss you. I know you,
you are here.
the scent of the warmth melts
the heat at the heart of the cold
the separation. the blindness. the
blind knowing.
the music my friends played me. the
music my beautiful lovers play me.
I love you. I miss you. I know you,
you are here.
yes, yes. I want to cry and I do.
because I'm both sad and happy
and I don't know which of the two-
where each of the two begins.
---Stanley Gemmel