Bemused to Death
In those last three days before
winter kicked in ..
We exchanged a grand total
of fifty-seven words
and eighteen sideways glances ..
But hey, whose counting,
they were nothing but numbers
way back then
and a forced smile, whenever
one might be squeezed in,
would burn, like perma-frost ..
Boy, did they hurt
and like hell, they sure did ..
I am now, a very poor griever
and can’t wait for
a thaw to begin, I just need to
start writing again ..