Veracity

I learned something today
while standing out alone so long in the cold.
Winter fast approached and autumn faded
like memories in a photo album in the attic.
Puffs of smoke from my breath feathered out around me
as I paced the frosting grass beneath my being.
I sifted through my soul,
While I dream of love
I no longer dream of you.

So long I waited for that call,
people tire of waiting, and I did too.
I looked up to the sky,
but all I saw was dark cloudy blue.
I was surprised,
the fog hadn't ruined the view.
Though, while I dream of love
I no longer dream of you.

I stood outside…..phone in had.
Red sweater, gray skull, swift steps-back and forth
blowing warm heat into my balled hands,
god the moon's so beautiful tonight.
But, while I dream of love
I no longer dream of you.

No longer, were you my one.
You justify your lack of verbal communication
with work (very understandable), and getting drunk with your chums (less so).
My importance placed behind those of others.
So while I dream of love….I no longer dream of you,
for whom I'm still glad to have had the opportunity to meet.