Green Winter

My darling vulnerability,


The days of October are almost gone

yet the leaves haven’t yellowed

or fallen from their trees

they sway brightly, still green

taunting me


Time is frozen

my haunting clock

should stand at noon

but the hands never move


Paralyzed by my wariness to adore you

and my doubt in erasing you

from my conflicted mind,

my aching soul


Indecision is a drowning burden

sixty-three days have come and gone

and every time I decide to move on

I hear your quiet whisper in my ear,

or your ghostly touch on my skin


Will it be December

another two months gone

the leaves still hanging in their trees,

bright green and mocking me?


The silence between us echoes inside me,


Your almost love


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