In December of that year | The word came down that she was here
The days were shorter
I was sure if she came 'round
I'd hold my ground, I'd endure
But they alluded to a change that came to pass
And Spring deranged, weeping grass
And sleepless broke
Herself upon my window glass
And I could barely breathe, for seeing
All the splintered light that leaked
Her fissures, fleeting, launched in flight
Unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding
Bleached the night with dawn, deleting
In that high sun, after our good run
When the spirit bends
Beneath knowing it must end
And that is all I want here
To draw my gaunt spirit to bow
Beneath what I am allowed