There were warning signs everywhere
painted passions on a collision course
and time ticking away like a fuse.
High sounding words and reasons
wouldn't warm the bed.
Whispers from empty pillows
made haunting echoes;
and so it began,
sighs and whimpers, sweet tones and subtle touches.
There were warning signs before the eyes
but eyes needed to be open
not half lidded and misted, focused on a wall;
even bells and whistles
had the qualities of winds and birdsong.
Still there was all of the experience
forewarning by frequent fall,
no fear when we are in an embrace
we think it is a swoon,
loon call on a glassy lake
echoing off the pines.
There were warning signs everywhere,
and still they found goodbye
can be an awful burden in the morning.
Silver trophy winner
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