Wintry mix, the forecast says

Looking forward twenty days

The sleet runs down the window pane

And here sit I, alone again

My room is cold and so am I

Starting at the steel-grey sky

Where did the warmth of laughter go?

Where are the friends I used to know?

Is it my personality

Or something they don’t see in me?

Glacial as the rain that falls

My frozen heart for comfort calls.