Rotting Hearts

Dear Superwyatt,

just as summer fades
the green to fire
with night hours
painting on frost
the time has passed
since she passed you by
and chose to pass on you
without second(s)
thoughts...
drift back amidst the
memories- always seem
more sweet than their
original desire
drawing us in
a sailor's knot
many over carried you once
to her and she for you
before deciding
that her tongue should
no longer lick the stamps
carrying her fragrance
and the splash
of foreign grandeur
to your apple pie
laced heartland
but I am told
and I believe
that even rotting hearts
can be completely healed
with proper care

my sympathy,

the frost