December 31th, 2022
 I'm sorry didn't talk to you, by d.s.l.

I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you.

Didn’t touch your hands, or hold you close or say I love you

 

Today, all the winter trees have withered away

The sky are all so grey and fragile

So anxiously holding back the fear of uncried tears

 

This place that I call home is now so strange to me; or perhaps, so unneeded to me

This heart that I called mine is now so small for me, so breakable, so vulnerable.

 

I am lost in the midst of all these familiarities

Though you are still here with me, my lover, she has already left me.