Wednesday

Thaw Me

Sometimes I am abandoned
by my heart, and I cannot even feel
alone
Sometimes I am abandoned
by my body, and I cannot even walk
away
Sometimes I am abandoned
by my head, and I cannot even remember
apathy
Sometimes I am naked in the snow
and am willing to lay there
asleep
Bundled people passing by
forsaken in foreign ways but one
should have my promise to keep
Not willing to forsake
but to thaw me awake

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