A lonely night of a
lonely life
I let the light of the moon in
as my lone companion
but a March cold embraces my night
and freezes
my time.
My house is barely small
but empty is too deep.
Only the storm knocks on my door
but when I
run to invite the wind in
it
is gone.
I can hear a truck passing far away
while
stagnant thoughts
pound my solitude.
