
there was no last word
just there and then gone
summer became winter
but the leaves didn’t change
a single contrary word
and our lives whisked away
clouds barely covering the sun
before the storm tore up everything
days became less recognizable
every night seemed everlasting
yet there must still be love
my last beacon, I hoped
it went up and they watched
but nothing came my way
the cold became unbearable
spring was nowhere in sight
as they left without warning