cold
 bitter cold
  it cuts through my coat
  tearing at my skin
   until I am chilled to the bone
    the very marrow

to leave the cold
 to escape its grasp
   I must leave the wind

so too is your … love
 it tears at my heart
   until I am wearied to the bone
     the very marrow of my existence

 and so similar, the solution
   to become free of frigid touch of your words
   to escape your grasp
     I must leave your presence

so please,
 don’t ask why I won’t visit
   why I do not answer when you call
     indeed, why I treat you as nonexistent
 no, don’t ask


not when the reason is so apparent
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the words
    http://csarj.blogspot.com/
the music
    http://www.restorativeworship.com/
the book
    https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/94948?ref=mbkrueger

Kirkridge - October 2008
Alta - September 2012