(no subject)
the nature of my thoughts, regarding the last month of october
You tremble as the not-quite-winter air stabs at your coat,
Begging to be acknowledged.
Unfailingly, your apprehensive eyes dart back and forth,
Landing anywhere but on me,
And the assumption between us fumbles on.
Mumbling a few words about nothing at all,
You require me to remain woefully ignorant of your concerns.
Bitter like the air, I quarrel with myself, my motives, my memories;
Questions intangible that have, of late, held me together entirely.
The snow falls; gentle, constant;
It pleads to be known,
And the questions between us persist.
When spring dawns,
You will flourish in the warmth of the heating sun.
Your answers will recede as your new found radiance attracts others who,
In their self-interest,
Are presently too cold to look up.
Your answers will recede, just as the snow, slowly melting, tries desperately to persist.
But it is never meant to,
And it never will.
The history between you and I will
Inevitably become another one of those intangible items that, of late,
Is failing entirely to hold me together.