All those days you spent
Looking through that window...

Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes...

All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...

Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...

In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...

Pouring rain
on drowning soil...

Your bare back
framed by the window...

Weary and beaten
Yet vastly firm...