Fifth Edit: On a Day Like This

[Richard]

On a Day Like This

Stuck again on what loneliness sounds like,
I remember houses like footprints in the snow,
silent, while I panted, chasing friends
I no longer know; boots oversized
because they had to last two winters.
She, who used to always plan in years
just stared at her last minutes,
what I should have said, lost.

Fourth Edit:
On a Day Like This

The houses
are like footprints in snow.

The draft against my skin
helps me
remember boots
I’ve lost,
following friends
I no longer know.

The winter wind sounds
like half forgotten loneliness,
chasing memories
of home.

Third Edit:

On a Day Like This

the houses
are like footprints in the snow

the draft against my skin
helps me
remember the boots
i’ve lost
following friends
i no longer know

and the winter wind sounds
like loneliness
chasing half forgotten memories
of home

Second Edit:

On a Day Like This

The houses
are like footprints in the snow,
while a draft
lightly cools my skin,
helping me
to remember the boots
I’ve lost,
following friends
I no longer know,
and the winter wind sounds like loneliness,
chasing half forgotten memories
of home.


First Edit:

[i]On a Day Like This

[/i]the houses outside
are like footprints in the snow

feeling a draft
i remember the boots
i’ve lost
following friends
i no longer know

the winter wind
sounds like loneliness chasing my memories of home

Original:

On a Day Like This

on a day like this
the houses outside
are like footprints in the snow

on a day like this
feeling the draft
coming from the window
I remember the boots
I’ve lost
following friends
I no longer know

on a day like this
the winter wind
sounds like loneliness chasing half forgotten memories
of home