For Winter

Am I dead to you yet?
As if asking makes any sense
I’m taking pictures just to prove that I exist
And I wonder if it’s on your mind
Just as often as it is on mine
I’m shaking hands with square one
And now, I’m right back where I started from
My skin and these bones
Within in this bed know all too well
They can’t be alone
So the currents of these sheets need little effort to drown me
I’m sinking quicker than I thought
O, I’ve been betrayed by my own body
And now I’m right back where I started from