Bare Branches on a Winter Tree

Photo by Arun Kuchibhotla on Unsplash

Bare branches on a winter tree, no snow
nor birdsong yet remains. The setting sun
brings streaks of red, and darkness falling slow.
You said what could have been is past and done.
The coldness took me by surprise. And now
I understand our love was born to die
and fall to earth like all life does, each bough
with weight shall break. I stand beneath this sky,
alone again — that old refrain. My heart
has held the hearts of men like you. Don’t take
away my hope for love. I’ll fall apart
again for sure, regardless of the ache.
Till then, I’ll wait for spring to come once more.
Till then, I’ll be the love I’m waiting for.