Truth was a breath
of cold November air
Escaping from her soft lips
Truth was warm
a breath of purpose
A spoken word
Tasting sweet nuance
A fresh, crisp blow
of season's new flair
Something so subtle
yet undoubtedly alive.

is not known
I am temporary
for far too long

I know I love you,
But the universe must not,
As you're still not here

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com
13/02/2020