Another night of the same charade

I find myself wanting her call

Yet dreading the sound of the ring

Have I come to love my self-imposed confinement?

Do I loathe the one in the mirror or just not enough?

These smoke rings remind me

That I am just as hollow and undirected

Winter approaches and with it come

The nights of aimless wandering

The sky and the temperature have nothing

On this gray soul and this cold heart

Desiring anything but what I know I need

If there was no way into your warmth

I would have let the ice in these veins

Still my heart long ago