I fear Winter
for with it intrudes
the loneliness that consumes
as soon as the sun shies away

Rains are god's tears
or ****
or her getting wet
or ___

Memories in change in a pocket full of holes

the things
The truth
Shhh do as by us

I grow in
                                   your garden
                                                                                         as you grow in mine

I cry out
in pain
and joy,
how about you

A heart that doesn't beat love
Is nothing
but a woeful hut.