Out in the Cold

by Joseph McCombs

Someone speaks a forgotten name --
the former subject of love refrains;
Now, today, a source of shame,
the self to blame, for feeling too strong.

Someone speaks of love gone wrong,
laments his tale in verse and song;
Hungry ghosts all chant along
in a throng of hearts, chilled.

Someone speaks of life unfulfilled
where all is lost, with naught to build;
After sap and sugar spilled,
someone killed the last eager eye.

Someone speaks with a jaded sigh,
whispering words that reek of goodbye;
"Loved and lost" -- but wiser: Not I,
who now sows ice, and is reaping rain.

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