The Poet in Winter

by

McKenna Byrne

I walk icy streets seeking your face,
Your form and your warm friendship too;
Winter sidewalks are not the best place
For my eyes to go looking for you;
I should be searcing my heart and I've tried
To discover you there and I've failed;
Could it be that my trusted heart lied
All the time your affection prevailed?
And what do I do with remembering
All that I thought of as you -
Spend the rest of my life in dismembering
What was true of you from the untrue?
If I can make art through that pity
I might have a chance to subsist
And cease walking the streets of this city
Seeking someone who may not exist.

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