Halloween is coming
And the dead slough off
Depression with yellow leaves.
She turns from him.
His rictus grim smiling
Through days, alone nights.
Time, too, has a skeleton smile
And yellow leaves fall,
Skeleton trees grow bare.
The children laugh and scream and fight
As children do,
Embodying the monsters they don
To scour the neighbourhood.
Their nights together spent
Alone, each to each,
Not so much loss as separation,
Not so much ending as transformation.
Let this be a costume, too.
Let it come and go for a season
Until the cold trick is spent
And the treat remains,
Sweetness enough for another year.
Let there be another spring
& love bloom
again.
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