Cold WInd

Cold wind blowing, I stood on the rocks.
I watched the river with walled off eyes,
set in a face that was cold and hard.
Dark clouds reflecting in eyes that were darker.

The leaves have turned and are falling.
I'd wanted to show you this.
But instead of turning the river to molten gold,
The leaves were just dead things, swept away.

I don't blame you. You were being true to yourself.
I blame me for wanting so badly to find something not there.
I hurt you with my silence. You hurt me with your words.
We talked ourselves into a corner and hurt each other.

Time will heal the wounds, but the changes will remain.
We'll be both better and worse as people.
But you need to be true to yourself,
As I need to be true to me.

I'm sorry.