Again and again and again!

There’s ice on the stairs again
and a chill in my heart
I ache in the head again
as you set to depart,
you’ve burnt out my eyes again
with your withering stare
I’m scorched, charred and black again
blind, naked and bare,
you say we’ll converge again
that our pathways will meet
should our senses collide again
along the same street,
I’d be a fool to believe again
to follow your chart
there’s ice on the stairs again
a deep crack in my heart.

© Graham Sherwood 01/2018