Alone
by Christine
SPOV --no surprise there

Spring broke upon your entrance
Into my life
As the shivering winds of loneliness
Found destination in your
Novel light.
My mind blossomed under your
Deft hands,
Your delicate pruning of doubt
From my mind.
And how you feared me,
And how you feared my fear of you,
And how you gazed wildly at
The blooming horizon,
Longing to break these
Hesitant roots...

But I told you with prodding smiles
And insistent gestures:
I won't let you go alone.

Summer swept in on the
Zephyrs of trust.
Your eyes steadier, meeting mine
With toying glances, your
Heated whispers.
I sweltered, I wept for the
Melting distance between us,
So fresh and sweet was the air
We breathed.
And how I feared you,
And how I feared the breath of you,
And how brightly shown the danger
In your darkening eyes,
Weeping as my image
Reflected there...

But I told you with patient words
And trusting teardrops:
I won't let you go alone.

Autumn drifted like a figment
Of your brilliant imagination.
Your reach seemed longer despite my
Private stillness.
I rediscovered life among dying leaves,
I touched its annual buds, its
Beating heart.
You stood with me among the wreckage
Of our dreams.
And how we feared us,
And how we feared our future's shadow,
And how pained was your haunted face
In the dipping sunlight,
As you contemplated deserting
Numbing pain...

But I told you with bleeding sighs
And silent prayers:
I won't let you go alone.

Winter breaks upon your exit
From this coil.
I stand amid the blue-white solitude,
Nursing this unknown void within
My soul.
Cold settles in on icy sadness,
Caught somewhere between a life
And a death.
And how I fear this,
And how I fear this confusion in the wake.
And how I tremble with the weight
Of unreal reality,
Faltering in footsteps
Of impossible life...

But I need your light on this strange path,
I need your warmth upon my back,
Please, do not let me go alone.