In those rooms of first spring rain, is it now possible to live again? With such thirst for dusks with her, is it possible to even live again?

Another swarm of winter days is fast approaching through these trees of loss. The ground, today covered in maple red, is too fraught with pain to walk across.

Was she just traveling in the train, which happened to halt on an adjacent rail? Now these smoky nights on the plain are spent walking to that spot to no avail.

Mornings of self talk; mumbling about Adrienne and questions to self again.
To be able to answer, Sashi, you should first ask if you loved or not again.