The Unaccompanied

They all lead to the same destination,
But for most of us it is always that road not taken.
Fare thee well,
my unaccompanied companion!

Black Cold

The grey overcast
outward and inward,
The cold blast
outward and inward,
And people contracting
in the two worlds
walk with shawls
wrapped tight like blackest intentions.

Close

Nothing could have conveyed

it clearer

than your closed

gestures,

closed on me

now, forever.



Shall I repent?


Shall I grieve?


Shall I bleed

tears of love

into

oceans of contempt?

Isolation

So many people

know each other

except you and me;

blowing in vain

like the wind so clear

across

the window pane.