to shut out the cold..

Neon lights fade into dawn.
The city, far below and so forlorn
slumbers ahead of the early light.
And so, I have passed another night.

The mists have since dissipated
replaced now by smog with spread unsated
Footsteps thunder outside in the corridor
then they are gone, just like yours before.

There is never really a moment’s silence -
queasy reflections ripple with outside violence.
When, if ever, will I come to understand
how you could turn your back
on my outstretched hands?

So many questions still hang in the air
I believe it was you who left them there.
In a sordid escape I walk the dirty streets
past twisted little men with pockets full of sweets.

Pausing for a moment I let a couple pass by
wondering which of them will let go, or tell the lie
following their path as they turn into a coffee bar
and still, I find myself wondering how you are.

How I hate returning to the echo of your laughter
sweet delusional memories of how we were, after
and awakening some nights to your imagined touch.
How ironic that you would show me
it is both possible to love, and hurt, this much.

Wearily casting my gaze to darkening skies
my heart constricts at what could be the colour of your eyes.
Shadow-draped across an empty bed
I mull once again over pleas unanswered
and things left unsaid.

Then, in the actions of one so old,
I stand and close the window,
to shut out the cold.

to shut out the cold..


Cape Town, South Africa

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