An Affair Soon Ending

She's suffering

He's writing

Witty prose about how stifling

He find his summer fling

In Autumn, all beautiful, soft whispering

You're mine, I'm yours, the lying

So easily off the tongue inciting

Dreams in a naive girl--believing

Holding on to nothing

She hates the city--New York in the Spring

An iron cage that's keeping

her within his grasp-trapping

her within him, dying

She's barely breathing

He does nothing

In winter she was his pleasant shining

Sunshine, just a jeweled thing

But New York in the Spring

In the constant raining

the jewel tones are wearing

She's duller than she was in the beginning

He thought she'd shine forever--misleading

Her innocent smiling

Inviting, ever drawing

Him in to her--she's missing

That girl he fell in love with, missing

She is not the same, now drifting

Disappearing

Before his eyes, thinning

Frame and dead eyes, once gleaming

Where is that dreaming

girl he thought of loving?

"I'm dying"

She says to the winds of spring

"Save me please, I'm dying."

He says nothing.