Throw your blankets over the past, Summer's gone,
And Winter bites the flesh-buried bones.
Wrap up your heart,
Pack it away in napthalene,
The sun now looks through other windows,
Others will have warmth and company.
Light a candle against the dark,
Set a table for one, the night is yours alone,
To watch the shadows on the farthest wall
And question where, and why, love has gone.

The dream was bigger than both of us could hold.
Sleep now. Let it pass. Move on.