Autumn in suspension

Of those hidden by the rain—
Solitude, one; 
Your visage, the other—

And it aches so

To clench autumn 
Between my teeth—
To obliterate and delete
That speck of bitterness
When the days turn cold.

How I'd chew and cling on words of past 
To believe
That it's only distance, which stands 
In front of, and separates us?

Dale Chou
2003-10-06