xiii.

winter

....

as fiery summer
meets autumns death
and winters burial
cleans up the mess

yours words are lost
among the dead
and my heart is still
with dreams unsaid

our wake, my love
is bittersweet
by chance our fates,
now apart,
once did meet

and reconciling the end of this
is as bewildering
as loves last kiss

as i watch our memories sink
between the ice that is breaking
i look forward for myself
past my heart and its aching

so i will gently lay you to rest
next to frozen streams
and i will slowly walk away
or so it may seem

and i will wait
for the next
the next
the next
day . . .

it seems words left unsaid
know more how to say
my hearts regrets
as i turn away




-me