The noise

The window dust sitting in dismay

The curtains gazing to be drawn

The noise of her absence banging in my head

A nightmare or is she really gone!

Feeling her, meddling with my strings

Hearbeat running haywire

She held me on the blink

Made a boo our of my esoteric attire

What words cannot define

She's beautiful of that sort

Summer in her soul, winters at her paws

Spring in her voice, fall once she's gone

My spring dead and burried

My summer over and done

I guess 'the winter is coming'

Cause She set the fall on!

She