Finally, she came and sat on my shoulder
Her fur against my skin
And her purring, rhythmic and relaxed
Just a little over my heart
Then she took her cheek and kept it on mine
I sighed and wished
That she would stay a little longer
Hoping she wouldn't notice
The frozen sun in my belly
...
We are the children of noone
We can never truly cry
We only melt once in a while
We can never truly cry
We only melt once in a while
We digress the other times
The suns in our bellies
Are frozen to ice
Our lake is our sea
Without its tides
Nothing can break the deep snow beds
Connected to our navels
Our teeth continuously chatter
And our feet are always cold
The ankles a little rusty
As we jump up and down
Just to keep them from freezing to the bone
We layer up as hard we can
Always a little more
Lest we have less
It is normal
Normal, yes
Just like ending a conversation
with a smile
Awkward or hard pressed
We have different smiles
For different modes
ripping the corner of our lips sometimes
Our skins are always thirsty
We shed like snowflakes
On our black coats
Warmth is a faint feeling
Like a view from a distance
When you don’t have glasses on
And don’t know if it is a polaroid you took
Or a postcard you bought
It is always the wind
The wind that rips through clothes
And seizes your core
It freezes the emerald lake
To a dull grey
Replacing the songs of the seagulls
with its constant roar
But, their bellies have the sea
And its waves
Unlike us, the birds migrate
But, the suns in our bellies
But, the suns in our bellies
Are frozen to ice
Our lake is our sea
Without its tides
We are the children of noone
And will bear none of our own
We are not hardwired to a place
We are not hardwired to a place
There is nowhere we belong
We yearn for a feeling of longing
But, all we have is a winter song