a simple shift in direction

searching for inspiration and creativity,
but the lake is frozen over
...as it has been for some time now

i get bored waiting for summer alone.
your company makes me feel like i'm wearing too many clothes

that tension is too tight so no one says a word.
smirking across the room in our own foul language
your lips say it but your eyes don't
its real enough to make me smile so- fuck it

how are you so happy...? its fucking cold

they follow the footprints in the snow,
with bigger shoes to fill.

but you and me hold hands,
close our eyes,
and walk backwards;

we are falling far behind i said
finally, you looked in my eyes
you said

at least we are more alive than them