I Was Scared

I Am Afraid

I am afraid for our wild affair
with the passing of time,
with the increase of age.
Can an attachment built on
fragile foundation of desire
withstand the forces
of entropy through the years?
We move from autumn, bright
with the passion of sunlight
burning through leaves,
into winter, cold and gray;
separated in our own worlds;
our trysts denied by
drifts of pitiless snows.
Will the flames stay ignited
as we feed hearth's fire?
Will we remain intoxicated;
our unrestrained
yearning never cease?