The clash of my heart,
against my skin 
as it thumps like the beat
played by that marching band
on the evening of the third day of fall
when vows were exchanged
when two hearts blossomed like one 
rose. Something red fell and landed on your head
and it was light and I remembered the chuckle I gave 
as I swept it away
deftly.

Under that tree, two became one
and as we walked my feet brushed against the fallen gems
crushing it all that lay on the ground 
the snap of twigs
the crunch of leaves,
of that leaf.
The thump of my heart 
as it beat against my chest,
against my skin

On the third day of winter,
snow fell and I saw it through the stained cracked glass.
What’s left of it is a fist sized bloody hole.
In all the white fluffy goodness
All I saw was red

Red was the colour of autumn leaves
Red is the colour of blood
the colour of love
the colour of pain

through the hole in the window 
I saw the tree and
it was bare,
the snow buried the fallen gems

it buried my heart.