fair yew
like the fallen leaves,
after a full blossom,
with what words
should i close the door on this love we had?
an eternal spell,
intertwined with unresolved feelings.
all amidst the terrible cold,
an unbearable reminder of
the escape in your warmth.
two pair of eyes,
gazing upon the endless stars,
making intimate promises;
now, how come the sky misses one pair?
new leaves have grown on
trees brimming with vitality,
in my world where all remains stagnant,
maybe its colour was lost with you.
dry shore