The Doubt Point

My reflection
Wept






Helplessly gazing
At the frigid puddle
Silently praying







That warmth returns
To the specter's eyes


To turn my dull reflection
Into a shine

I closed your
Painted door
And dodged the
Black cracks on
The pavement


My warm words
Froze and





While I sat in the blackness 
Of the empty
Asphalt lot






I knew the day would 
Soon arrive 
But could only
Hope



While I try


And hold
It all
Together

My shadow
Chuckled


The cursed silhouette
Wooed and waltzed
With loneliness
To the tune of my
Half-beating heart



In spring the sun
Will kill
The shadow
And loneliness
Bereft
Will depart




Then, in the sun,
My shadow
Will wail