in silence
under wines
i leave you
dear
i leave you be

i read
and remain
under covers

half
of what is me.

i won't last
long
in long cold winters
as long as
snow hasn't
hit roofs

i take pens
and feel
your hands go

i pretend
that nearly
prooves

the needs
that make me
go to places,
i must follow
for sure

my wilder heart,
i cannot beat
it

i can only
endure.