Winter Alone

A Poem by Suitman

The days grow shorter.
Time slips by as it pleases . Uneven .

I listen intently- harmonic melodies- melodic harmonies.
I hear only silence.

I gaze at my work, my art, my passion.
I see only mater. A waste of space.

None from her do i obtain the origin of my problems.
Only i am the true cause of it all.

My soul is lost in my mind searching for my heart.
All because i choose to wait for her.

I am hoping in winter alone to bring her back.