nobody knows what to say 

i take that back, we know of plenty to say, plenty to be furious at plenty to be right about plenty to retaliate with plenty to argu...

and in the morning
they shook their pillows
violently, hoping
all the dreams they lost
that night would tumble out. 

Seeing Winter draw near, Autumn's eyes turn to Summer.

Her cat ascends the chair, and her, and c-u-rrrls up on her chest like she’s little more than a rather warm and occassionally shifting cushion. Which, to him, she is. But he’s too po...