Advent Coming
Cold breeze blowing on a November night
Before Thanksgiving
Have you seen me lately?
In your dreams day and night
Sitting in a corner with my cigarette reading my paper
Across from you in a coffee shop
Watching you from a place unknown
Where I hear your voice
See your face
In your waking and lying down
Cold nights and days coming
Are here... now
Gripping you in their fold
Leaves dead on the sidewalk
Kicked to the curb
On a long walk last night
In the dark
Embraced by the chill
Air that hits with sharp pangs
Biting
Crunching
Crushing
Coming like the death that comes soon but not soon enough
Waiting is the hardest
With news of old wounds that won't heal
Here
Now
