Supernova (Part Two) : Waning of the Light

Love,
a coin that rests in my pocket.
Two faced,
valuable,
and easily tossed,
dropped,
or lost
in some forgotten, dark crevice.

Once,
we kissed on the Ferris wheel.
Sat there,
eyes locked,
rocking at the top
without
a thought
to the grimy world below.

Dreams
ended with apocalypse news.
Then we
grew apart,
without a future.
No light
to shine
upon our infant's cheek.

Pale
and silent now you sleep.
Yet here
I weep
for loss of love,
lack of
strength
to face the coming dark.

A flickering candle
in a dark and quiet room.
She fades and winter comes,
but winter I have now seen.
Without a love, without a dream
A frigid heart, forever chilled and blue.