Who Sees Me

It’s that time of the year

the sun’s retreated from our shores

leaving us to the winter thoughts

lots of dark reflections and wine bottles

I looked at what you showed me

a story of a woman no one saw

till she faded, yes really faded away

invisible till she was long gone

you said you felt a lot like her

and it’s not like we don’t have fun

but life feels like the pool in January

empty empty bubblings of cold nothings

would you rather be known, loved and tolerated

or move along this life like the wind

barely felt in any one place

It’s that time of the year

so you ask me to forgive these ramblings

but love I know this hurt

we can be anchored, I want to sink together