VELVET NOTHINGNESS

It is cold out here.
Do you understand?
I don't think you do.
I don't think you can.

Your ability,
To care about me,
Shines as stunningly,
As a rusty key.

It's too cold out here,
On the other side;
The place where your love,
Never will reside.

I would say to you,
To just forget me,
But the trouble is,
You have already.

2 February 2005