You call my name with the warmth of a friend,
And I answer as a shattered window
Which a cold draft blows through in mid-winter.
My voice lost long ago in fall of snow.
You invite me, companion for a rave,
But my ears hear only the howl of upper air,
My eyes a haven for insomnia,
My heart an open grave, my sign: ‘Beware!’
And so shameful rings my silence in my ears,
Your joyful welcome floods me with mute tears.
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Copyright 2021 Jeffrey Merk
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