Tuesday, 9 April 2013

the last season

a part of me was
extinguished in that dawn
I looked at you
knowing that I loved you
knowing that I had to let go
you were awake
yet your eyes were closed

leaving the warmth of your body
I looked across a wasteland
broken by a single tree
bare of colour
skeletal and fragile
and how alike I thought
are the seasons of love
to the seasons of the four