A Cold Room
By Allie Marie
You and I stand in a cold room.
I miss the times when I spoke to soon.
The wires wrapped around my arms
are from those who are bolder not braver than I.
I don’t belong here.
We were meant to meet a different year.
I somehow can’t allow myself to ask for another chance.
I miss the way you used to glance.
I am tainted and naive.
I say I far too much.
But, we’re both more than we seem.
I sweep away another dream.