A hush has fallen on my winter house,
and the eaves are empty of their summer guests.
Here, in this wilderness, my heart stands still,
and my soul is avid for your very breath.
You left me, lonely, as the leaves all fell,
and I blame you, still, for all the empty days.
Here, in this place where all my memories dwell,
I live life, lonesome, since you went away.
But still, in my heart of hearts, I know quite well
that you couldn’t help yourself in any way.
A second’s chance, it took, and then you fell –
and took the very spark of life away.
So my soul is avid for your very breath,
and a hush has fallen on my winter house.
Published in the International Society of Poets anthology: ‘Immortal Verses’, 2007, & with Poetry.com., 2013.