Stranger:

 
In the naked night, I wander through my heart and I swallow the burning songs of lost tears. I grapple with the memories of the bending light that touched your lips. I am captured by the shimmering blue breath that slips into the sour dawn. You never say “I love you” unless your back is turned and you are walking away. I am buried in the Winter’s last snow. I am without anything to call my own. Oh, where, oh where, did I go wrong? 
 
©️Winter Dawn Burns