So Says An Early Storm

I heard this fairytale laughter flying in the wind. Giggles and snowflakes and winter coming early on a November afternoon dropping inches of fluff to snarl ugly traffic.

Life was gentle until I lived it.

I drank too much hoping I would not know you anymore, but instead I was in the gutter and I didn't know my name.

The flowers died after your wedding. Snow fell on brown brittle leaves in early November and that night I opened wine that had turned to vinegar, then stared at my empty shining glass.

I wanted to love you, but it's one of those things that will or won't ever be for you and me.