The cold wintry air
churns deep in his heart
as he huddles beneath
rags. He used to have
a face,
a face to smile at,
a face to kiss,
a face to love.
Now he's no one.
Now he has no one.

Winter has frozen
the tear tracks on
his dirty face, the permanent
mark of a
loner.

The cold instills itself
within his heart.
It makes him tremble,
but he's strong.
Where did the warmth go?
It used to be here.
There once was
laughter and
sunshine
and happiness,
but the wind
carried it all
far, far away.

A faceless, freezing boy
in a cold-hearted world.

The summer is gone.

Summer's child remains.