The shift
from attention 
to care
is akin
from attendance 
to dare
for being 
too attentive 
and attached 
lays bare
its repair

There is nothing 
if not this 
for this is
all I’ve ever 
wanted and never 
did I expect 
it after everything 
for this empty 
is the reason 
why I’m full 

It’s not 
hopes fault
never been 
she’s always 
been kind
but time 
that’s turned 
once vine
into wine 
by crushing 
so goes
the little 
life of 
the grape 

Little more 
maybe less
smidge bit
and dollop 
so goes
this dance 
of making 
this into 
that mine
into yours 
a pot
of us

Soon they
said rain
will turn 
somewhere between 
cloud and 
ground to
snow and 
my eyes 
will follow 
as it
slowly falls 
turning Autumn 
to winter