sadness settles over
the sleeping city
with a chilled serenity
typically reserved
for the giving up
or the already dead

the wind chimes send
soft notes drifting over
the accumulation of
frozen dreamdander
to ring like forgotten
church bells signaling
a fresh set of prayers
destined to go unanswered

i wrote our initials
in the snow on the car hood
inside of a cartoon heart
where no one else will
ever see them for the next
couple days of cold but me
well aware how pathetic
this inability to simply
exorcise you completely
defrauds poetic intent