Poem 41

colourful ice-cream
october winds, november vases
a faraway lands awaits
the day turns cold
gentle little steps in the sand
signs of love, perspective
not what we thought
for here I am for you, even if not
when desired. or may it be I scare you?
do you not know who I am?
when I was there, we were there
as one, laughing, smiling, running
october winds, november vases
the shadow spreads, your heart fearful
mine shattered, in tandem with the waves
cleaning the hurt, allowing myself to
feel the warmness of your smile
a rose planted miles across, watered with hope
I drove through frozen roads
a cozy two-bedroom for us
october winds, november vases
it was not a plan, it was a game of quidditch