Did we go wrong?
I need to know
Where we belong.
Of rain;
I sense your silence
In its pain.
The mist that lingers
On the river
Is not more gentle
Than your whisper.
The wind that stirs
The nodding firs
Not softer
Than my tender words.
Everything soft
Wrapped in gauze,
As gray distances
Surrender
To ruins
Of unsettled weather
And lips of past loves,
Mute as ghosts,
Wondering
What became of us.