Cold air

The cold air
Brushes her cheek
Sending a tiny chill
Down her spine
A slight shiver
Tries to escape
As she’s trying to sustain
Again and again

I feel

I feel the pain
I feel the chill
I feel my face
I feel my will
It’s just a strain
It’s just a phase
It’s just a hill
It’s just a lane

Window grill

Holding

The cold window grill

As cold as always

Matching the chill

Of my soul

So even

Similarly dark

We camouflage