Frayed Goodbye
Did today happen?
Did it really happen?
You sprang forth
Like a groundhog
From your cave
In the thick
Of summer's eve,
Seeking the sun
To cast your shadow;
So as to retreat
Once more;
But your cold
Fingertips warmed
And a slight red
Rosy on your cheeks
Glowed with a smile,
Laughter erupting
From the depths
Of your belly empty
Hibernation's toll,
And while the breeze
Still blew chilly,
Our eyes rekindled
Happy at the sight
Of one another,
And for once
In a long spell
You braided
Your golden trestle
Let down
From your towering
Steeple up high;
I the guest
At your behest,
Delayed
Was my frayed
Goodbye,
But knowing
That waiting
For the next time
To come around again
Is but a memory from now until then...
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