The lovely morning mist through the window-pane

There can be you and then there can be none
Where can they hide and where can they run,

Post the affair they rarely see the sun
Coming down the hill they stumble and turn,

Mischievous eyes make mockery of the tears that roll down
No entity for the reflection in the mirror and the faces that frown,

Touch me not says the standing hair on hand
Just feel the freezing cold and see your vision expand,

The senses go numb and we can do nothing but stand stunned
The emotions running amock are massacred and the desires burned,

Companionship comes at a cost that only the rich can pay
Angst comes cheap to the poor gone astray,

Do you realise how hard it hits where its already hurt?
Taking chances is not plain foolish but an art that is learnt.