Middle of Winter

favorite part

loathe to measure

where is truth?

still I can't shake this half phrase

still more to do

spiral down

same as ever

twisting to nothing

can't change the constraints

burned-in dream of you

a simple thing

could be so much better

walk into the murk together

we'll be together

counting windows

we don't have

bending backwards

while you laugh

can't blame the soft shade

can't fault the gloom

can't place this heartache

same dream on loop

 

can't change the constraints

still more to do