It was a drawn out breeze
that shook free what was left.
A timid, though unrelenting thing that cast shade and shape
over our faces.
Summoning aged branches to sway.
Aged limbs, that threatened to break when they bent and tilted the light
which we trusted to show us the truth.
Turning foul the friend thought foe
to stand in unforgiving shadow.
Placing heartbreak’s color – raven,
to reign over eyes that once saw rose.
And my eyes did close at the breeze’s soft bidding.
Though closing, not to hide,
they closed to remember.
They chose to remember
the good they’d once seen.