An Affair Soon Ending
She's suffering
He's writing
Witty prose about how stifling
He find his summer fling
In Autumn, all beautiful, soft whispering
You're mine, I'm yours, the lying
So easily off the tongue inciting
Dreams in a naive girl--believing
Holding on to nothing
She hates the city--New York in the Spring
An iron cage that's keeping
her within his grasp-trapping
her within him, dying
She's barely breathing
He does nothing
In winter she was his pleasant shining
Sunshine, just a jeweled thing
But New York in the Spring
In the constant raining
the jewel tones are wearing
She's duller than she was in the beginning
He thought she'd shine forever--misleading
Her innocent smiling
Inviting, ever drawing
Him in to her--she's missing
That girl he fell in love with, missing
She is not the same, now drifting
Disappearing
Before his eyes, thinning
Frame and dead eyes, once gleaming
Where is that dreaming
girl he thought of loving?
"I'm dying"
She says to the winds of spring
"Save me please, I'm dying."
He says nothing.