brown boots



the music is
cool jazz
me
I'm frozen
inside
softness of
pure fabric
static
my dreams
a gray monument
in concrete
covered
with dust
the voices are
high-pitched
me
I'm low
being old
soul-mates with
myself
in fear
a piece of clothing
empty
lost in
a wardrobe except for
this piece and
a brown pair of
boots like
there's a body missing
the spirit
lost
on me
give and take
the rule of fairness
given and gone
my life
the song is
over
me
I'm frozen
inside
cracking icicles
melting
brown boots
disappear
invisibly