Winter Long
                  for Michael

And of course there was the snow again,
    The cold flutter, macabre snow globe
    Of you and I, two black marks
    Against the blank landscape,
    Negative of Eden.
    I gave you an apple,
    Symbol of temptation
    And original sin.
    Those winter long nights
    Left me open
    At the Song of Solomon.

    Years later I did not know
    How you would turn West,
    Willing to discover anything.
    How eventually your days
    Would be colorless,
    Without music or words.
    I did not know that suicide
    Waited patiently
    To be played out in the flesh.

    And how it must've come to you
    That November for the last time
    Like a tired and lonely whore.

 


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