grey days,
my dear
our conversations have grown
quiet,
our hearts broken,
the rainy cool overcast
filters through the house

and we are impartial,
I am impatient
but not with a passion
any longer

even the rites of waiting
for love to return,
to fade, to grow, to come
fail to incite me

I’m sure I have read
recently
of another woman
who lost her politics
as I have lost my science

but you –
were never one
for passions of the mind

I smile at you,
and love you
from my memories,
that tell me how I should act
in such and such situation

but I swear,
these doldrums
even around the time of
Halloween
just kills me