Maple Wine
The streetlights soon will disappear
With memories of a time when they
Were kings of Spring Garden road.
But for now the city sleeps
And dreams of growth and change and love -
In the death of summer.
There’s a subtext in our words -
A letter written on the back
Of a photograph we haven’t taken.
And there’s that tremor in your voice again -
Propagating waves of hope (I know)
But somehow I’m still left shaking.
With something lost and something gained
It looks like we’ll be parting ways.
I always wanted to be tragic -
Such a classic thought of those
Who don’t even really know what loss is.
So drink with me this maple wine
And let’s talk of growth and change and love -
In the death of summer.
With something lost and something gained
It looks like we’ll be parting ways.