eyes so brown
she came to me
and the wind howled.
it chilled my bones,
tickled the marrow,
and salted my eyes.
i could understand her,
i did,
with her eyes so brown,
so pleading, so full
and round.
a syllable did not
slip through her lips,
though she spoke
through weak and wavering hips.
frantic, distraught,
and my heart pleaded,
though she knew naught.
i'm sorry,
i told her,
she hung her head low,
turned her back to me,
gave to the ground.
i'm sorry.