House holds

its breath,


sighs out

the seasons


whisper of

lost memory


passing of the



like minutes.


Time holds

my hand


these kisses

that I knew


our love

so all consuming


has faded

to a smile


a passing



Yet spring is

in my haiir


the breeze



knots & hasps

it leaves us




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