loveless patron

She looks to me when things aren’t so bright
I gauge her sense of misery
Credence given to the night
We say intermittent goodbyes
Cold Winters marked by harsh betrayal
The band plays out a series of sequential tones
Its melancholy for the sake of being
We rejoice for distance; dichotomy unseen
The last thought of my first love
Beginning of our torrid end
What’s the use of pretending to be friends?
If you cant befriend the ‘me’ of today
Because you hate the person of yesteryear
A loveless patron short on the currency of the heart

the last autumn

A gust of light cuts through a mostly barren tree, its branches a bleak reminder of what the once were.
The leaves of yester-year break to the ground, in search of surfaces anew
The leaves, they dance and fray, around in the plush dawn air
The oranges, the browns, the yellows and greens
It was the last autumn
The glow of an early day's end cast about through the shed’s peak.
The constant threat of winter loomed closer
A promise never fulfilled
It would be the last gentle breeze
The last morning dew drops on fleeting grass
It would be the last shade drawn
The last hint of allspice
The last evening in by the fire
The last autumn
And the spring before had hope for sovereignty
The summer brought smiles from children
Maybe solace was granted in being spared another New England winter
The last autumn is all we have