and when her lips did part
at last
’twas surely not my name
to speak
nor yet my hardened mouth
to find
for in those closing days
held she
nothing of the warmth
of hearth
nor of a heart beating still
to share
anything but a bare breath
that fell
from her lips like granite
my hopes in stone as frigid
as poe’s
deathly dalliance on a cold
october morn

Salt Lake City 18 Feb 2013