a poem, of sorts

why are your eyes breaking?


because

although the sun is shining, the rain doesnt fall
there is a dance of life and death around
summer has to end and winter will never arrive
absence makes us fonder but also sadder
to love means to lose

adventures bring danger and uncertainty

coffee, even decaf, is not as good without you
barefeet-ed weddings bring hurricanes
where bones become an army, life exists
even scotland has botched jobs
snow will never fall for the first time in montpellier

red spirals below a glass surface

and breaks