Freddo

One by one the days fall beside us like yellow leaves we have no conscience.
Oh, what we're becoming
Month by month the rings on our tree trunks like old wise eyes grow wider
and winter lends them a dead disguise.
Now time, like an ocean, knows tide, like a notion,
to toss about the house and lose inside the couch
and piles of our thoughts run miles in the dark
just trying to get home.
Age by age we rime with our seasons' rehearsed routines
still turning and returning.
Now I'm wide as the ocean.
now I bleed roses.
you are just a mark on the map of my past,
I am a road -
I wind along alone,
all day until the coast.