I cannot sleep. Like a coat
without its buttons, the cold keeps
creeping in. But I can say "I love you"
if I don't really mean it. When
I was young, I thought I knew
what love was. Now that I'm older,
my vision is poor, my heart is
freezing and what I thought I knew,
I know I don't. I walk on another
plane as if the light is fading,
as if the only fire is distant stars.
Now, I'm more like a cracked chipped
boat who sits alone on the same beach
it used to bravely launch from.