Handing down sullen words
We drift further
No doors are opening
Autumn gusts its presence
The outside box caught in a spiral
Of wind that wrenches
Dropping further
Everything for love
We embrace
Nothing is said
A wooden door hammered closed
Dropping further
We find ashes
Messages that spiral
Things said and unsaid
Hurricane words
Rainstorm words
Lover's words
Dropping further
We find shadows
Of where it all began
Wrapping parcels in winter
Spring and Summer toying with our expectations
Slow days with open doors
Nothing to say in the park
Before dropping further
Into sullen words
And the drift
The outside box
The parcels lost and found
And the wooden door
Hammered closed