Breathe

1980s winters were serene

placing hands on music, ivory

wanted to

words you wrote

and all the language that you spoke

and it’s a dark world

and I can’t see

I shiver coldly

but I can’t feel

I’m caught beneath this

I sit and hide

cannot escape it

and I can’t breathe

and now life is shorter

and there’s more behind

and I am older

so it’s cold inside

and I have grown some

but not enough

I need the comfort of the warmth

and it’s a dark world

and I can’t see

I shiver coldly

but I can’t feel

I’m caught beneath this

I sit and hide

cannot escape it

and I can’t breathe