When cold burns

[onacarom]

When cold burns

I'm cold
but I stay still
without even trying
to put on my jacket

I light a cigarette and inhale
the smoke
slowly
without knowing for sure
why do I repeat this rite
that burns me
between its threads

I think of you
I think of me
covered by the cold
that stirs me
that stirs me

I think of you
I think of me x2

Music

The streets empty
with the breath of winter
while the leaves
wander
puting upside down
the order
that existed

and while I smoke
time seems a friend
who sat to chat with me
of your silence
and mine