Lonesome

I cannot excuse this frozen isolation,
Crawling up and down my spine like a piece of cold steel,
Sending shivers around my body like a sharp blade to a throat.

I've already heard their calls from last winter.
Most often I hear them in the winds;
Scattered pensively; distorted.

The winds stray like needles,
Blowing into my fire while I'm trying to remember.

I wasn't alive then,
I cannot live now,
All I have been,
Is frozen, listening to the wind.