walk down to me tomorrow

engulf me in caresses

that will wipe away invasions of fear

i tread upon tarmac

with blisters on my feet

yet the tarmac cares not

to register my toes

constant poverty of warmth

continuous run for the finish

pulsating flutter of wings

all added to the perception 

that lives within me

that you will 
walk down to me tomorrow

lonely graves

lonely hours by a fireside

and memories…

“it was a winter night, wasn’t it?"
and we made it warm with love

i heard an owl screech somewhere

and a bat on silent wings

across the meadows 
two lonely graves

whisper sweet nothings

in stillness

i sense the tug of time

i see you go away from me

and feel the loss of love

i never once received