you took my hand
falling from
the sky; holding
vessels nearer
we dreamt we were
alone; shaded
by the branches
of grand aged
pine
near the river
where we were last
alive; she wept
and let a tune
escape her soft
lips; carrying
the breath of life
from hers to mine
walking on from
distant housing
blocks we pass by
quaking aspen
trees; leaves swallow
the road we tread
nearer to the
lake; the clock is
trembling slower
cold and lonely
warmth escaping
bodies; winter
heralds empty
husks shambling
out from frozen
hearts; left here in
ambivalence
til the coming
spring