go

...go....

Isn't enough

that i walk ....

Must i also be without shoe,

is my defeat your true intention?

Blister me with your acrid tongue and seperate me from what i've often

thought my.self.soul

Inspired? Deadened like a wilted leaf being drained before a long, cruel winter

Cold, like you, apparently

soft like a flake of snow

but hard like ice that

just won't remove itself from

your window, when you really have

to leave

....

go.....