Day runs grey, it's no surprise..
laughless lips and heavy eyes
what news the future bares
rug burned wrists and hard tugged hair
with one person's return
memories burn
and all must be silent..
bite my tongue, remain defiant
of all it puts upon me..
of all it used to be..
not one more word can be said
keeping words inside my head
my fear, an endless reminder
these days to me, weren't much kinder
but run back to the past
a brittled cast
protection from these words
cover ears, it can't be heard
unprotected from such sorrows
hoping, wishing, what soon tomorrow
distant dreams of February....