We knew winter would come for us
It does for everyone else, after all:
Branches hang, grass stays unmussed, leaves fall.
Why did we think we’d feel it less?
Sunkissed, unkissed and unmissed, I set out
The light is bright but there's a chill,
Your eyes might water. Mine are in drought.
We're both surprised I notice still.
The bud of my affection's flowered,
The flower's shrivelled on the vine,
The vine has sagged, the fruit has soured.
My mouth tastes bitter. The sky is fine
Til from the sky, the rain breaks:
Winter is here. Can you tell?
The light's cold as the look I stole
When you said: We made a mistake.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
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