Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

Waiting unto her, and the untimely bliss.
Unexpectant to receive such a blessing in death.
She came bounding slow, hair flowing in the mist...
Beauty running to me, to strip my last breath.

Caught in her embrace, held by the fog's choke.
She sobbed warm rivers down the cradle of my shoulder.
Crimson sun dipped beyond darkened branches of oak,
Shadowing thirty long years I had waited to hold her.

We stretched ten eternities, with conversations of love.
I told her about travelling during my times as an artist,
The trials I faced with men under and above,
And my struggling addiction to overcome darkness.

Her grasp only leased tighter, with each memoir shared.
Channeling my pain, with nods and whimpers of joyful woe.
The moment wrenched at my heart, for I knew she still cared,
This time, joining wet hands, we would never let go.

But something was wrong, she stuck fast and wouldn't leave.
Refusing to explain for reasons as to why.
She choked on the confession, as she dropped to her knees.
"I've only come back because you're going to die."

Nothing would relieve the sudden shock made to bear,
Thoughts of unity left briefly, but did not disappear.
My want was for her, and I did not care.
"Well, if I must die, at least you're still here."

Thinking she would rise to meet outstretched arms,
Her head only lowered, and her knees tucked further in.
Slips of ivory on her back seemed to bleed from hidden scars,
Unraveling massive brilliant wings, that caught the puffs of the wind.