Hours before love’s last breath

Steeped
in the stillness of January, in neon lights
and empty streets
love walks a tightrope where once the grass
was green.
Now, bare bushes abjure sun
and shadow

knowing bowl of lilacs mourn
love’s memory;
she tries to remember a time before him.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Quadrille  #72 @ dVerse Pub