A howling, cold, blustery wind,
a contract is broken, a pact to rescind,
A measure of mettle,
in a garden of rusty metal,
Where inhaling is frozen,
and exhaling breeds echoes,
Silence is tension,
warmth’s apprehension,
A pair of eyes, scour the room,
a pair of eyes, heavy with gloom,
Care has been taken,
callous hearts, roots shaken,
Ink stains on paper,
memories of pain, tapered,
Muscles tight, a nervous twitch,
signing stalls, a minor hitch,
Hesitation, but not for long,
reservation, all but gone,
Eyes gloss over with clear,
eyes betray, a moment of fear,
The end has come,
for some yet for none,
What’s done is done,
black eclipses the sun.