last lover

My last lover
Dances through the dying forest like a butterfly
living its first and last day
He dances through the dying leaves on the forest floor
The rotting branches
dance in the wind

A silence
at a distance
The tea leaves blow off the counter
The walls of the house have collapsed
wind singing through them
The curtains, the only thing left.
Blowing in tatters in the wind

In a pure grey sky,
the birds have stopped singing
The ice flows through the open floors
The blue moon melts overhead


As my last lover dances away
Disappearing into the fog
Like the ghost fox that follows him