The Cold Goodbye
It is cold how he stays away now,
while the water is still warm in the fall.
I had come to him in the fall of his life,
so this chill air is very familiar.
The water herself is warmest in the fall,
she is always waiting for him to come back
to the beach chair, so she sits in the september air.
The air is turning; is he not returning?
She has always been waiting by the sea;
she remembers reading was a way of waiting.
the page has been turned and he is not returning.
She is growing older. Afternoon turns to evening;
the water is turning now too. She is remembering
he had come to me in the summer of my life.
She is wondering, is this the fall of my life?
All is cold now and she will go away.