When the winds decide they’ve had enough,
Content to let things lie as they are:
A final snapshot for eternity to have and to hold,
I won’t be there to watch the tears run down your nose,
Hunched over in familiar wrenching pain,
So often pressing in from my presence, permeating,
Any defense you thought you built against me,
(When really I subcontracted the whole charade,
So I’d know just how to prance past your palisade),
Except for this time,
Which I guess really means forever –
It isn’t my fault.