CHILL

The ache looked at the chill
In a jar leaning which
was very ancient

The clock progressed through
glasses
Holding both it's hand
To the ache that looked at the chill

All in black outside the jar
No winds no smiles
Courage deserted the
Ache that looked at the chill

All these years
Fascinating sucking and
swallowing
Met and passed the ordinary
It was this ache that looked at
the chill