Cold Walks
Updated: Aug 7, 2021

(our) divine times
I reminisce all too often
feeling like loose ash
in a hopeless dance
through your tender songs
oh
so tender
I wonder - often too
if we'd make a pair...
but after all
I opened my eyes
in light
of a dream
of a night
. . .the spare pillow
resorts to colleting dust. . .
you torched someone's heart
many years ago
I can't imagine
it ever going out
What I miss, dear
our sunset walk
the sounds
of trees trembling in a winter's night
and your boots
in time with mine
loose ash
and a passing face
everyday since
I fear
we'll never share time together
again.