Winter is approaching and my breath is stale and clear
in cold rooms I set my fears into high gear.
Motionless intuition takes away every wish
or every dream to hold you near.
Memorandums fade in a radioactive haze
because false distance is sparred.
Sporadic clandestine meetings take place in the dark
when I long for sleep and you want me to smile
even though some detail has gone awry.