no airplanes
circling
nor any cars
driving past
i listen for
the sparrows
yet the world
outside is
silent except
for the occasional
bumping of chimes
sending lonesome
notes shivering
to fill the vacancy
left by the cold

drinking coffee
and trying to shed
the wisps lingering
from frozen dreams
where you were in
my arms once more
trying not to let
the bitterness of
loneliness paint
the day an arctic blue