The
End of an Affair
morning
mist
occluding
the chestnut trees
in
the cemetery
out
footsteps leave tracks over frosted grass
delicate
spines shattered
the
warmth of pressure
your
words forced into the light
misted
breath mixing
with
the morning dew
scattering
the solitude of my thoughts
and
bringing a flush of heat to your cheeks.
I
can't do this.
my
smile catches you unawares
a
melancholy charity
for
the poor-box of your devotion
as
you reach for the fingers
taking
refuge in my sleeves
as
the winter sun
pencils
in the ragged tear
of
a distant vapour trail
your
eyes glistening
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