at every moment
I expect your gentle touch
to warm the night chill
your absence is a shroud
that almost stops my heart
bright leaves—your words,
your promises and your vows—
the last of autumn
stripped of adornment, naked,
your deceptions revealed
white chrysanthemums—
a bouquet for you dearest,
my remembrance gift
although we choose to part
in sadness I mourn the loss
my heart is torn,
desolate as the desert—
Sonoran sun
my smoldering memories
will fade with the passing months
Like the maple
I shed my memories—
this tainted love
shall blossom with new vigor
in the warmth of Spring
