Now that the cold October wind blows,
and auburn leaves dance to the music of the earth
and rain splashes down with demented fury,
my relationship has run dry for lack of passion,
dryer than the leaves
which will be wet and soaked up by the good soil.
We drifted apart
in a sea of disinterest
and in the silence of those who have nothing in common
now that love has been shredded.

I’m saddened but also relieved,
now I’m free to listen to whispering voices in books
and songs in poetry,
free to listen to the stillness of peace.
The sorrow is to have no one near
to share the beauty of a sunset.

It’s late afternoon
yet I’m full of hope that she will come,
the one I will love all my life
and she will share with me in spring
the wonder of the blossoming almond tree.