I Don't Know You Anymore

Sit yourself down 

And warm yourself up

There's no fireplace
In the city house

And no heater
In the cabin

Your long term absence
Sparks off invective

You must warm up
The pallor of your face

Makes you unrecognisable
To my bittersweet flash scrutiny

Here, eat some
Have some black tea

That's better
Wait to smile

Or those icicles
Will fall in dreams

We now laugh at the cold
Because it's what temerity does

We now can talk
on this flimsy floor