A lonely heart behind a pane,
Of foggy glass.
Watching the world go by
Caring nothing,
For the cold,
Or the rain.
Or the souls passing by.
A broken heart,
A tortured soul,
Colder than December.
Too late for words,
Too late for token promises,
Too late for insignificant gestures,
A lonely heart, behind a pane,
Of foggy glass,
Watching the world go by.
4/10/11 Alton Texas
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lonely-heart-3/
