The fall to frost

When things Fall apart,

The ground unsettlingly art,

You picked up my purse.

My nerves wouldn’t quit,

As if I could lose all of it,

Still it gets worse.

The oxygen crisp,

Shivering costs,

Foot steps over littered leaf once made music,

Now there’s frost.

Crystallized sharp shards of dew,

Like tears residing on cheeks frozen,

This hurt to leave a colourful leaf,

Words left utterly unspoken.

I tried unloading it all to you,

over that pumpkin spice latte,

What you mean to me too,

And now decomposing decay.

If I could go back and wear,

Your orange sweater in that weather,

I would tell you simply,

I want us to do better.

But now you’ve had enough,

With every minute to hour to day to months,

Spent giggling over a spectrum of warmth,

How you held my hand in completion,

Of together never better by hawthorn.

Because vibrance faded to black and white,

Echos of you still steal my sleep at night.

I too am cold,

Hibernating with little light,

What unfolds,

When I was one half of hands held.

Reverie lost,

Seasons pass,

Sadness felt.