"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
You left me alone in the city,
where people flock like crows, clouds of black and smoke.
that voice used to inflect as I came near
a heavy sign of love, my dear.
But because I loved you,
I need not love you now.
I have seen the signs and will take my cue
Words flutter now to the ground like powder.
Empty as a breath.
The feelings that used to hang from there are gone,
sailing downriver like pooh sticks
We gently watch as our white world melts,
each muffled covering of snow slips away.
Exposing all the lies and tricks.
Love is not a happy thing,
It hides the mud while we sweetly cling
coldly numb before our parting rick.
A heart so tenderly is forced to rip