Running Out of Time

Red-framed glasses hide
pool blue eyes
his weapon.

Rough, textured hands
grasp mine
strolling along cool ground.

Rigid breaths
drink in icy air
exhaling in deep sighs.

Revengeful winter sings
she still has a grip
on our frozen hearts.

Right, left, right, left
we walk in sync
mumbling words of false adoration.

Repulsive smell of Listerine
I've grown accustom to
draws me near.

Reaching for something worthy of dreams
we pretend a sweet embrace
will fix, mend.

Realizing the change
neither admitting its power
clenching tight to what was.

Rationalize love in mundane
or firey passion
will summer ever come?




***boy my writing has come a long way.