Summer Demise

You never said "It's all changing"
love into a nightmare
living every moment afraid.
I wish I'd known before
all the things I'd have to face.

And, someone let me know
your blue-black dreams have
teeth and claws, your last
request to be torn apart.

How about some solace?
Soar like a heart without weights.
Weighting on the baggage
not in the compartments of my heart.

Winter is the only time we'd have,
I used to believe in seasons
but know better in a summer demise.
You were the last of the painful loves,
I've no doubt about that now.