Warm Hands, Cold Heart

Figures filling door frames,
Shadow of an old flame
Cursing at the wind when it begins.
A howl, a heart beat, a tear drops,
The door squeaks,
You're leaving again.

Try to leave without a sound
But creak go the floor boards
Squeak goes the hinges
A cacophony of sound embraces your passing
And I, in the silence
Succumb to these noises
These breaths
I can hear a tear hit the floor
I wish it would burn right through
A permanent reminder
That nothing's permanent.
Your feet scuffing my floors,
You never left your shoes tied.

Your presence perpetrates my pores
As hairs extend from single sockets of skin
And I can feel the heat of your green eyes
Casting glances and emanating sin

Your voyeuristic tendencies have reached their breaking point
The glass ceiling shatters and everyone is caught in its debris
Piercing skin with transparent matter
Scars reopen to reveal the past
And extends them towards the future
Marred and battered,
I am born again.