Once she trudged with me to school,
through a biting winter's day...

Gone.
My introspect now dismissed, I...

My pen is poised above this page,
an artists' canvas, blank and white...

To stand up high on Hadrian's Wall,
past meets present. History shows...

Limbs grow weak I fall
Resting near my birthing stone...

To know the fate my heart feels not,
my rose, release a petal new...

I am a tax collector,
I will tell most everyone...

Lost my job,
Lost my wife...

I step outside, a days work done,
As twilights' brief lights wane...

Hands to fists
Knuckles white...

A coroner's slab
for love's return...

Small drifts urge me moving forward,
I yearn to ebb in close to fill...