all is still and sable;
the white sheets are
silken and sweeping,
endlessly cascading
over the edge
of our nest.

yesterday i laid here
while you wiped the
snowflake tears
away from my cheeks,
whispering, caressing
with your seal of silence.

this is just another
half-baked romance, but
i'll take your stale coffee
and stiff smiles
over the shadow
you used to be.