Reflected in thine eyes I see no trace

Just a slip of the tongue; a cut may graze

Thou wast my friend, an early summer grace

Leaving only blistering winter’s haze

And although thine words weren’t spit with spite

I knew thou would leave me in haste, at last

And the strings that grip me shan’t only blight

The ache digs deeper, and a knife is cast

A last spring breeze, I desperately cling

Thou is like a failed dream that’s haunting me

Did thou have to leave everlasting sting?

A cut that remains; all thou art to be

And alas, I hide in winter’s embrace

And alas I ne’er see thy lovely face