I'd convinced myself.

Convinced myself that the incandescent lights weren't pointing my way.
The winter winds sear through the concrete grains laid out before
the dawn with a serenity unbeknownst to me.

An empty hand pays tribute. Fate scoffs at you and walks away.

I've smiled before.

***

That forboding shimmer strikes through the blinds in the bedroom.
The off-white sheets lay coiled around my skin like a snake around it's
mortal prey.

Your scent is left mingling with mine... you remind me of myself dear.
You with your passionate kisses forgotten by morning.

You with your absense.
You with your cold shoulders and loving grin.

Cold in knowing I am powerless, lost in so being that you are loved.
Devoid in sin.
We're a lot alike you and I.