Hypothermia

I have lost my coat; my boots are battered,

And I cannot remember who’s to blame

For my shiv’ring state. My mind is scattered

Across the frozen streets, I move my frame

Through a crowd passing by. I catch their eyes

And the half-lukewarm smiles, all the same

My frostbitten feet fumbling, as grey skies

Drop their sleet; falling on my frigid stance,

A home it finds within my clouded sighs.

Glacial air fills my frozen lungs in trance,

I collapse numbed to touch, no icy tear,

As they try to warm me from cold expanse.

Numb to the ground and the air, my mind’s clear.

You may touch me, feel me, but I’m not here.