you didn't love me

you didn’t love me

you didn’t love me.

maybe, the spring

was early.     maybe,

the last winter’s breath

sprinkled the remnants of ice

over the birds’ nests.

they  didn’t sing a song,

that spring.

maybe, the flowers grew

fragrantless and stillborn…    

that year.

you didn’t love me before,

when the red apples rained

in the fall,

beneath the exhausted tree.

I tried to save them all,

singing and swinging a lullaby

with my icy hands.

you didn’t love me in my dreams,

when my empty nights were disappearing

somewhere

into the black and white nowhere,

like herd of wild horses

over the treacherous cliff...

you didn’t…

I hoped

c: Nina K Orlovskaya@7/20/2012