Sitting in a classroom

waiting to be fed

no menu

no waiter

no food service

Heat

accelerant

a flame appears

The teacher fans the flame

Two lone geese
flying through
the evening sky Together

yet alone
Too similar
They squawk as
they fly

Together
yet lonely

Crossing the hues of sunset
Path directionless
together
yet alone

The clouds drift in the sky
d
r
i
f
t

blows, blowing, blown

Colors of the sky peek through the hole
brought about by the frozen touch
the supercooled vapor

of the icy stare
the words spoken too soon
the vapid look
the empty touch
the icy breath
the shadow of nothingness
collecting memories undesired
leaving a hole in the whispy clarity that
was my heart