Frost on his front step,
frost on his windows,
frost on his heart.
Alone
by
choice.
Frost on his favorite bottle,
one long icy pour,
warms its way down
drowning his molten rage.
Alone
by
action.
A sister turned cold.
Her husbands fury fiery.
Children glower with disappointment,
relationships ruined by pity.
Alone
and
lost
to
his
own
indifference.
