The frost takes control of my heart

Hardening into impenetrable stone

You had complete jurisdiction

Behind closed broken glass

You saw me at my deepest lows

And you held my hand hoping for the highs

Together we heard whispers

From little footsteps on the hardwood floor

You lost twice

For twelve more years I’ve gone on

Buried the three of you so long ago

With such magnitude my heart aches

Turning corners on each city street

On every airplane bound trip

I hope I’ll meet you again

My rage is premature

A dozen more times I attempted

And I have failed

In the past I got such pleasure

Out of this constant thirst

That I have for you

Wandering in a state of existence

Not wanted without you

I question what I’m supposed to do

All I have now is desolation

That no one understands

I’m planning my departure

© 2015 David Greg Harth

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