In hundreds of hundred word pictures she fell. Inevitably – How did she not know?
Outside, the world delighted in hot splendor. A commotion dressed for anyone to taste,
summer’s modesty abandoned.
Starry night intoxications leave scars for autumn. Burns where her hands remember his.
Perhaps words will purge what tears cannot, she prays and hopes and writes while wishing
away her heart. Turning days like pages she remembers to forget. Heartbreak can lead to laughter
too, if she remembers not to cry. If she remembers those eyes are no longer hers to hold.
How restless I grew, waiting for winter.