Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Desert Frost

Lover
where are you?
When you are here
I am curled up
in a little
ball
far far away
as if I were on Pluto
lost
in black darkness.
When you are gone
I
wander the halls
in and out of bedrooms
too afraid
to touch bottom.
I am scared,
so scared
of what
I don’t know.
But this going inside is killing me
like the frost on the trees.
When it melts it will be too late.
I have wandered this way
for years,
in my own desert,
in my own prison,
in my own Hell,
here
but not here,
in my skin
but not,
trying to feel you,
when I can not feel myself.