Sonnet, for her.

Sonnet, for her.

I see us standing in the lake,

I feel the water, the blue light.

I see the smile I couldn’t fake,

as the air turn into night.

 

Catching frogs with naked hands,

I bet you heard me slowly whisper

“Let’s chase wind in secret lands”

I bet you saw me softly shiver.

 

But the clouds keep growing bigger,

while you feed your precious lie

hold my cold, white little finger

 

as I promise I won’t cry

since this brave and angry winter,

until we die, until I die.