Watchtower

Dreaming, composing a eulogy when winter walked across my eyelids, the breeze pressed it's wrist passing on the last breath of my lost friend this bench is dedicated too. Hanging on the fence an umbrella collecting rain, winds collecting echoes of the final heartbeats of those departing. Winter is testing the trees for blood, me for a eulogy, park has a rusting leafy hood, I cannot read or write but that night I added two watchtowers to a castle made from snow created by children, then I etched your name. In life we were confined subtly within boundaries but watched each other running, dodging the quiver of hearts as crises marched. Now an absence like the robin without wind who pressed his frantic breast against the window you watch from.