Never knew

a night and

a winter

was ahead

when

I met her a

September evening.

A story of

her hurt.

Her nightmare.

I feel for her.

She asks for

and I find myself

being

hers.

Night.

A tight hug.

I hold her.

Protected.

Driving away

phantoms

of the night.

Morning comes.

Dreary and grey.

So different.

Clutching my heart

far away she stands.

Looks away

as I sink

in the mire of

my love.

Mud in my eyes and gnarled tree limbs in the sky.

Never knew

a night and

a winter

was ahead

when

I met her a

September evening.

~Ben Young~