A cold wind blows,
winter comes early
and unexpected;
now deep driven aches
mark the season's passing;
even oak'shearty leaves
eventually fall
to relentless wind
of insatiable hearts
and bitter ends.
I criedto the silhouette cast wall
of you and not I…
but two lovers
still
in the night
as I wandertill dawn's reality
reveals its darkness.
Within the arms
of a stranger,
(sweet summer satisfactions),
I punish myself
to forget about you ~
only to walk into your memory
through every shadow I see
December’s fornications.
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Adding your comment:
this was to me an outpouring of desolate emotions. 
great poem..
