Cautious love

December days

so cold and dry

No questions, she says

But I want to ask, Why?

These wintry chimes

alarm the dead winds

that approach

like a cautionary tale

and whisper

in our dampened ears

a lovesong so forlorn

that it’s sung

by empty nests

on greying trees

We must be cautious

She sips from an empty cup

while I twirl in my fingers

both our fates

wondering where

we are going to meet next.

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