Everything I Do

December has come to past;
I walk the streets with you in mind.
I sit in snow and watch ice grow;
I sit alone, without you.
Alone and cold, I come to be,
walking upon downtown streets.
Wayward in my goal for you
I find myself lost, in the bitter cold.
Upon me the homeless prey,
lost and alone all I have is you.
Bitter and covered in ice, my heart is frozen,
like my hands, black and broken.
Upon me, the homeless run slender fingers,
in the midst of them I stand regal and alone.
They don't know, I search for you.
          DannYetman
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