The Blood & The Bones

you still want me in winter

when the fields seem barren

and the sun seems like mostly gone

I am still here

with an early autumn in my bones

with a summer in my ribcage for safe keeping

but I know I am often cold to the touch

pulling from you like dead leaves swirling a last dance in the frigid breeze

reassurance speaks for the quiet whisper of want in me

she says the sun will come again

closer to where we call home

patience, patience is a necessity

yet I fear I no longer have what’s needed

and you will someday no longer hear the song

a ballad of a girl who ran out of lines

who could not find

a home

a forever place within

delicate enough to be loved

the blood

& the bones