Winter Loss
You came to me, what a freight
On that lonesome winter night.
Frosted tips and glistening everything white,
I will never forgive you, for taking away my landscape of green suede.
I loved her, growing more, you made her grow less, death in your presence.
You came to me, what a freight,
I watched as your white powder became her play mate.
Trusted you, she indulged-
Until all at once she defecate.
You are not the grim reaper, but you bear sorrow,
My eyes only see white, I miss the colors.
This meadow was filled with my lover.
Her yellow daffodil lips, when parted tasted like jasmine,
Her peach fuzzed moss that framed the temples her forefront,
Her welcoming tree trunks that brought home to those wandering-
BRAVO,
Are you happy?
You covered her, leaving me now, just hollow.
Copyright © Josie Izzo | Year Posted 2022
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