You were quiet but visibly upset;
our time was too short.
There was a stirring in the autumn air.
At first it appeared mere shades of green,
but there were other distinct colours,
explosions of browns, reds, blues, of yellows.
Then, if only could I, with my too human heart, extract from this a general rule
– Let all dying be this beautiful.
A Long day;
And I have loved you in its every era.
across the threshold,
two doors down,
and ‘fore the gloaming,
in the last blitz of soft, buttery sunlight
Tenfold are my sins in absentia.
How many times have I committed that very crime
⁃ deemed you guilty from the shadowy corners of my mind?
But then did your innocence,
in the pristine waters of your eyes,
remove the dagger from my vengeful hand.