by G. Guthrie05 Nov 2014
I had tried to avoid your eyes,
trying not to see the reflection of our tears.
Instead, I had gazed out the window at the trees,
They stood naked and exposed.
Stripped of their leaves,
they looked old and fragile
in this waning October sun.
I listened to you,
as I gazed into the darkening twilight.
Today, I watched the first snow of the season.
The rain turned into cold wet flakes.
They fell from the steel gray sky
like the whisper of your words
I felt the cold and alone shiver through me,
as I tried to blink your words away.