Your hand is on the window, the other, the doors lock.

It’s always so cold now that warmth would result in shock.

Then distant children in the backyard, they play, they weep.

’Are they ok?’ Second thoughts; that front path need’s a sweep!

 

They say don’t live your life alone

It only makes you old.

Your body is a flickering flame.

In the dim light it can’t stop the cold.

 

You turn your head in thought; get dressed now in sepia.

Your colours have long run to the cracks in your furniture.

Suddenly the fridge say’s the garden needs a trim,

And you can’t make sense of all the labels, better off in the bin.

 

They say don’t live your life alone,

It only makes you old.

Your body now lives with lessening name

Don’t do as you’ll say, won’t do what it’s told.