lullabies ☁︎ [poetry]

s l o t h

she is slow with her words
careful and kind
gentle and soft
muffled and quiet she speaks to her

my love,
I'm frail and cold
my bones are becoming ashes
My sight is becoming blurry with time
soon I will be nothing but a memory
a memory I hope you keep close

She looks back at her frail lover
Resentful at the sloth that lies down
She wishes for her lover In summer
But she's stuck in winter