Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Loss and losing

I thought it would be sharp and sudden,
the abrupt silence of a song broken by a
scratch.

Instead it was the gentle eddyingswirl of leaves on
the still pond.
We watched it that day - remember?
I watched that day.

You looked up and I looked down amber foliage,
sinking into grey, cool, water.

And the traffic droned behind us.