Ice cold droplets on rosebuds

fated to die under the first frost,

an untended garden lost in time,

a house blurred in the fog,

hours rushing to their swift end,

unopened books inviting dust,

a sun struggling pitifully to rise,

a moon declining its own light,

crystals shattered on old stones,

ashes gathering in misty winds,

all telling the bittersweet story

of a thwarted old love affair,

lost in the darkest folds of the mind.