Never In Spring ✓

eleventh: bright dawn

Golden brushes of dawn reached us, even in our midnight hours.

We argued, stormed and raised those showers, as daybreak filled the sky.

I was jealous of how the wind embraced you because our paths clearly diverged

All those years ago. I could never hold you close again.

When you invited me up the stairs of your heart,

I expected to reach a roof of freedom, of bliss.

But now I open the door and all I find

Is a few dapples of sunlight, and a floor covered with rain.