Time we made up
Slicing through feelings
seconds from parting

Countless

hours of waiting
and waiting

Days upon days of winding clocks backwards

Gathering all that is left

in a basket of flowers
Cut fresh this morning
Pop them in water
They'll wither away

Chimes of the church tower calling
To prayer to marry to say bye bye
Black crows in twilight
at least know their way.......
Or seem to...

It's quiet today

Bramble tentacles
Weighing down
stretching
confining
strangling all light from the scene

Not a breath of air moves in this dark green jungle
lank wet and overgrown

Don't eat red berries
Poisonous seed
set late in the fall

Too late