There she goes away
Fading like the trumpets,
Echoes swallowed by the dusk.
Endless musical entropy—
A symphony undone.
But there she goes,
And I remain,
A silhouette lost in the frost.
Must be that winter is coming,
For my heart feels cold.
The silver lining, no more—
Only clouds,
Heavy with what we never said.
The memories still stand on their feet,
This heart has learned true defeat.
Yet like the lake, In stillness it ponders
At the reflected wonder.
Will it snow this year?
It’s hard to tell.
The cold, wet kisses from her
Were consumed by the storm.
These Ides of Mine
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