November’s Child
solitude and
snowy nights
grey leaves in your
midnight hair
tangled upon your
broken shoulders
melancholy hazel eyes
gentle hands and
frozen heart
trails of frost
down ivory cheeks
silence
in the starless night
like bitter honesty
there is nothing I could say
to comfort you
spring will come
but by then you will
be gone
the winter is long
and you are fragile
smile
for me,
though I know your heart is cold
I wish I could tell you that
I still loved you—
sleep
for the moment
dream
if you can
one day
you will cease to be
you will
disappear
