some words I almost sent you

Hey

Clichéd, but ‘sup?

I hope you’re staying warm. 

I have been staying strong.

Just that some time like

12:12:12 and

Days like 12/12/13

Are cold.

So cold, that they give my heart

An ice cream headache.

And me wonders

What it all means –

The people, the trees,

The buildings, the roads

The music, the silence,

The job, the joblessness,

The day by day things,

The dreams at night

The waste of time,

of myself.

My rhymes are unspeakable.

Your love is unreachable.

I don’t know what is more terrible,

The chills of what happened

Or the ache for what never will.

Just that some time like

12:12:12 and

Days like 12/12/13

Are drab.

So drab that my eyes

Don’t mind shedding,

As they refuse

to stay strong all the time.

I realize when I’m writing this,

There is a prayer under my breath.

Old - but not that old.

Young - but not that bold.

And when I’m writing, I am praying,

That you’re keeping nice and toasty.