I stand with dew drops in my mouth
no form no function with thoughts swirling, hanging in my mind
on a cold Winter night
waiting for a train to come
delayed by forces beyond my knowing

Mist swirls, surrounding frosted lips
I want to find the words to say to ease the fervor of my mind
ice burns the piercing truth
this moment has no answer
the tracks rumble for a carriage rattling the wrong way around

Frost stings the patches of skin
that I allow to see the night stars, the night stars don’t see me
how long have I been here
thinking these same thoughts
knowing that my words have nothing to say and no warmth to give

The train isn’t here

Forgetting the numbing cold
can be easy to do if you let yourself succumb to the frost
I can brush off frost
it can hurt, it will hurt
and I don’t want to brush off the frost

The frost is here

I step on