I love you liked a thousand days wondering where distant trails and streams would lead me to your broken heart in need of healing. I sat down with you and trembled as the night hooked fairy rose blush of my cheeks. Amber cold scents and distant fire logs breaking in stacks and chimneys smoking. There was no deer around – they all wandered elsewhere.

There was really no way to disrupt the smoke that had captured the great winds that fell heavy on all the towns that led to a left or right, at the crossroads.

What else could be worse?

“not knowing how to do it all alone.”