My hand tests the water

of the zigzagging river

that carries away

my melancholic mood

and summons me

to the deepest end

The wind sighs and whispers

your name

along with dried drifting leaves

carrying

my destined to fail

hope to find you

I taste bitter-sweet cranberries

and I'm tempted to try

the deadly brown recluse

all reminiscent of your love

The purple dusk is beautiful

and a last futile try to cheer me up

before the impending sunset

says goodbye

The mums smell like death

as I lie on the cold ground

yearning for the feeling

of your warm body

next to mine