Death By Life

Another October falls slowly and
burns my thatched heart. I’m awoken
from your dreams- the same song that
plays when you walked naked
down the stairs, The yellow dawn dangling
by the gleam of your nose; the smell of all night
love. In a silent gun salute, my heart beats
twelve times a year. For us . Memories of the words
spoken with our eyes, trickle letter
after letter into the book of drying trees; All the poems
I wrote in March and read aloud to you late night
by the lone candle, get crushed by
strangers’ oblivious feet. Leaf
by leaf,
I wither.