I'm Climbing Up Those Walls Again

A Request at the 32 Degree Mark

Touching hands,
but falling faster yet again,
You're eyes were scared of
what might have been
the grunt of ancient cars
that tend to
rumble by my love as she
looks up

Why did you turn back?
Interloping your way through
my life
which was nothing much to be said
because the cold came
and we were gone

When I die
leaves will fall
covering my riches
and smothering my
memories

If trees are what we call life
and you are what I call love
then I say
today, as every day I have stood
tall and sad
excited and driven to the brink
time and time again,
that lovers should never part
in the cold
on this day

Don't speak,
for your lips have gone
astray in this violent
chill
which stands between us.
So I beg of you
when the day comes that
leaves cover your life
look past the stark bare
grasping hand
which is life
which is me

Come, it is time.
For me to fall
and float away
No, do not utter
that thing
for when you speak you lose
everything that is dear to me
The chill takes it away from
your lips

While my breath leaves me,
I plead with you,
be ready
to part
on this cold day