Winter was the cruelest season, but the weather never played a part,
Rather, questions of environment and questions of the heart.
Wish I had more answers than I currently possess,
But the snowfall snowballed and now the weight’s on my chest.
Connect to me. Connect to me.
Wish it were as easy as being frozen in the ice,
Instead it’s alternate reality – another networking device.
Clutter upon clutter upon clutter upon conferences and spin,
It’s red tape and full dates before I’m ever in your arms again.
Can’t recall the last time I walked uneven ground,
Heard a symphony of raindrops or a night without a sound.
Can’t recall my last meal, my last night out with good friends;
The last case of the last embrace of which I was on the receiving end.