love fades with its own bitterness
with dying anger
to make sense of all the thrown words
it clings like burr in summer wind
starving itself into the shadows
ephemeral as angels existing in a dutiful partiality
it beats wings with unanswered questions
sets foot to drown itself in flood
singing in forgetfulness
we hold our hearts as it strangles faces out of view
love is a passed mothers cry
a house becoming a dying quiet rose
an ageing fathers grip
we feel it with every bite of spring wind
a moment passed in another life
another dream to wake into tears