Scene 27: Seasons of Loss

Rose petals on
autumed wishes
stained with
winter’s kisses
spiraling through
white abysses

Cocoa crumbs on
fallen ambitions
stained with
frozen conditions
wafting past
empty positions

Iced laces on
yellowed promises
splashed with
stark black, honest
wilting away
truth, its grandest



I almost missed today... Only a half hour left.

I've just been so distracted lately. By simply everything.