Wind Chill

The winter touches...
Touches the only tear I've shed,
Only tear I've shed for a long time.
Long time freezes its trail just so on my cheek,
Just so on my cheek, to stop my crying.

Because sometimes,
Sometimes the wind chill...
The wind chill is the only one
Only one who cares.

Author's Note

I wrote it to sound like what I was hearing. (That being the kind of intermittent attacks of the wind on my house. Brr.)

Reviews

[kyrie]

Very well done. I know you say in your "about" that you usually write on a whim. That suits you very well into a simplicity, an honesty, a clarity that few of us can find. Completely precise but not presumptious. Wonderful.