We were walking
along the edge...
I feel I am slipping away.
I fade...
Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...
Winter warmth
felt icy, so I ran...
You rose up to
meet me...
an endless cycle of
green and yellow and brown...
I careen across
the pavement...
I breathe you in -
electrifying...
hum
with pain...
The sky is caught
behind the clouds...
I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...
When the snow flurries
and the sun slices...