The morning breeze is a fiery furnace
Sparrows tweet cold, shrill
A chubby frown paints the sky
Daisies and daffodils and darling buds of September morning
Are wrinkled faces of drunk women
Breakfast tastes like rusted spoon
Good mornings
Warm hellos
Are grumbles of grumpy old men
My heart turns white as ghost
I searched for her presence
In the poems she wrote me
I found her neat handwriting
Spelling errors
Bad grammar
Smiling at me
After 12 hours
23 minutes
6 seconds
I finally realise
It is over