I want to say something,
but the words just fall to the pavement.
As I look at you,
slack-jawed and defeated,
broken branched
and beaten,
words
evade
me,
and I stare into the nothing,
hoping to believe that
what is,
isn’t.
...But it is,
and it has been,
for quite some time.
And the pavement is cold,
the air is cold,
You
are
cold!