When What I Was

In tonight's whipping breeze My windchimes, usually soothing Sound more like cathedral bells As I am at the alter of lonely I heard your voice today And then again tonight Rallying all my might That I might not fall apart A fragment of familiar softness Spilled from your lips Just enough to make me miss you even more Than yesterday...or the day before Have you any stardust left Deep inside your pocket To sprinkle onto my shrinking self Perhaps a dash, a hidden stash Of something kind and kept Winter looks to land at my door Adding insult to injury I expect to shovel both snow and sadness Numb and needing the warmth of you I am not afraid to confess That I am less than what I was When what I was Was yours