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I put on my overcoat and walked into winter,
My teeth chattered rhythms
And they were grouped in twos or threes,
Like a Morse code message was sent from me to me.
Cars on slippery slopes, they're stuck:
People pushing through
Their mittens as I was beginning to
Feel it soaking through my shoes,
Getting colder with every step
I took to your apartment, dear.
And I was a kaleidoscope,
The snow on my lenses
Distorting the image of what
Was only one of you and
I didn't know which one to
Address as all your lips
Moved.
This is when I forget breathe all the things I scripted,
They sound unfounded.
And the look that you're giving me,
It tells me exactly what you are thinking,
"This ain't working anymore."
They got their mothers worked into a panic
Sledding down hills into oncoming traffic
The parents layered clothes until the children
Couldn't move then kept them
Outside til their noises were blue and
I got left there, too.
I put on my overcoat and walked into winter,
My teeth chattered rhythms.
And they were grouped in twos or threes
Like a Morse code message was sent from me
To me.
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