Wherever We Are

The air is cold as my roses turn white and die

My neighbour has gone without saying goodbye

He lies on the ground outside my door as if forgotten

Did he ever exist

Cast down like some cheap game of dice

The hair on his face still moves with the wind

I shelter him without notice, doing my best to keep him warm

I stand encrusted with crosses, hidden fingers rove, searching

I ask for more time and gladly it is given