You wear your bones
on the outside now.
The smile that once danced
at all our parties,
now a recluse.
Folded arms protect the place
where I once died;
A past eternity of joys
I knot my tongue, stem the flow of words;
Worthless now, disarmed
and dulled with use.
Two lives away still shiver
in these bitter winds.
Walking around glass houses,
compass broken,
no footsteps to retrace.