I’m an unnamed casualty

in the eye of your hurricane

In the eye of your camera

I am a picture of futility

In your confessions of love

I am the words never spoken

In your eye, I am the pupil

who will not learn his lesson

On the gray days of winter

I am the chill in your breath

You are the moon up above

and I am the tides at your mercy

I ebb and flow at your command

a willing slave to your whims

You are the first sign of spring

and the endless days of summer

and I am the dying leaves of autumn

that fall unnoticed at your feet