Green Winter
My darling vulnerability,
The days of October are almost gone
yet the leaves haven’t yellowed
or fallen from their trees
they sway brightly, still green
taunting me
Time is frozen
my haunting clock
should stand at noon
but the hands never move
Paralyzed by my wariness to adore you
and my doubt in erasing you
from my conflicted mind,
my aching soul
Indecision is a drowning burden
sixty-three days have come and gone
and every time I decide to move on
I hear your quiet whisper in my ear,
or your ghostly touch on my skin
Will it be December
another two months gone
the leaves still hanging in their trees,
bright green and mocking me?
The silence between us echoes inside me,
Your almost love