She
Was brushing her hair
Away from her face.
Lengthening shadows
Were watching.
Leaving
Secrets in their place.
And I
Was falling down.
And I
Will slowly drown.
I
Was a secret view of Winter
Seen only as disgrace.
Window panes
Held frosty stares
As forward to Spring
We raced.
And she
Was falling down.
And she
Will slowly drown.
We
Will slow each other down.
© M.H.
