-playing in the dark

I could have sworn winter was in season                  
yet there hasn't been many snow days                  
and no place for colorless smiles                  
to press against the pane of a cold window                  
so warm breath can help pretend                  
there was a sign of life...                    
                 
as she had done, for too long                  
unlike the new year      
an empath's heartache has no bounds      
even though it would seem pointless                       
like letters left unwritten                  
to those who wouldn't understand...                  
                 
those who could teach spiders to crawl                  
on walls they built with fragmented truths                  
while claiming to see joy in the faces                  
of children who had to learn how to have fun          
playing in the dark...