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